A Girl in WinterThis classic novel captures twelve transformative hours in the life of an exiled woman living in England and working at a library during World War II. |
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... morning would have resembled a January nightfall, for what light there was seemed to rise up from it. It lay in ditches and in hollows in the fields, where only birds walked. In some lanes the wind had swept it up faultlessly to the ...
... morning like this you can have a cup of tea there if you want . And another in the middle of the morning . Well , that puts a bit of heart in you , doesn't it ? Look at us . " " Anstey has a gas fire . I suppose that's all that matters ...
... morning off ! " He laughed alone . “ I think the best thing would be to send someone with her , ” repeated Miss Feather , glancing furtively at the clock on the mantelpiece . Mr. Anstey , chuckling good - humouredly , stuck his pipe ...
... morning , as all the week , none of this seemed very important : it was only when there had been nothing else in her life at all that it made her desperate . Now , when she could not help feeling that in a matter of weeks , perhaps ...
... morning she had met Miss Green in the entrance hall, and had asked her where Miss Feather was. Miss Green had stared and answered in offhand nasal tones that she would be in the cataloguing room, without saying where that was, and had ...