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On one side, her hair had loosened and it hung down in loops across her cheek.
The other side was perfectly coiffed and pinned. She was smoking a cigarette
and carrying an empty glass. For a moment she stood there, holding her hands in
cigarette and throws back her head in order to see you through the sunlight. "All I
ask," she says, fitting the cigarette into a holder, "is that you don't call me Juli-ef. I
cannot abide Juli-e<. It maddens me!" "Yes, ma'am." "Here, we say Joolyut.
Looking down the lawn, you could see them there in the shadows leaning their
heads together, smoking cigarettes and talking very seriously. Then every once
in a while Mrs Woolf would throw back her head and laugh. Mrs Woolf is my idol.
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With Remembrance Day approaching (Nov 11th in Canada), I was looking for an appropriately themed novel and hadn't read Timothy Findley before. In the space of two hundred pages he produced this ... Consulter l'avis complet
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