She was a buxom grandmother noted for her detective stories, who gazed mournfully at the camera as if deploring either the bloodiness of her craft or the size of her advance.
P. D. James
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It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
Human kindness is like a defective tap, the first gush may be impressive but the stream soon dries up.
In 1930s mysteries, all sorts of motives were credible which aren't credible today, especially motives of preventing guilty sexual secrets from coming out. Nowadays, people sell their guilty sexual secrets.
It was not... that she was unaware of the frayed and ragged edges of life. She would merely iron them out with a firm hand and neatly hem them down.
No one has it who isn't capable of genuinely liking others, at least at the actual moment of meeting and speaking.
She was a buxom grandmother noted for her detective stories, who gazed mournfully at the camera as if deploring either the bloodiness of her craft or the size of her advance.
What a child doesn't receive he can seldom later give.
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