excerpt from 'The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner' pp. 269 (66 words)
excerpt from 'The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner' pp. 269 (66 words)
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I was sweeping the stairs, and as I did so, I was asking myself what difference did it make to such an act that my Love was Roman Cat. Just then a very pretty light soprano singing came to the door. It was Mrs Candler, brining groceries, and singing to herself on this wet rather springlike morning. My silence, I thought, must seem to her morose. |
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