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Evelyn , ” Mrs. Waugh interjected , “ I feel badly about Mr. Conley . I feel dreadfully guilty about the way you put poor Conley into the motorcar with Mr. Davenport . ” Everybody began to feel badly about Conley .
Evelyn , ” Mrs. Waugh interjected , “ I feel badly about Mr. Conley . I feel dreadfully guilty about the way you put poor Conley into the motorcar with Mr. Davenport . ” Everybody began to feel badly about Conley .
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It is fair to say that in spite of this feeling artists are treated tolerantly in England . ... far short of my second condition for a healthy relationship between art and society : that the majority feel art to be absolutely necessary ...
It is fair to say that in spite of this feeling artists are treated tolerantly in England . ... far short of my second condition for a healthy relationship between art and society : that the majority feel art to be absolutely necessary ...
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I feel as if a buried statue were being dug up piece by piece . ' One of her friends once told me that , on a cold November evening , as he was making his way to her house , he came upon Virginia Woolf standing in the fog beside an ...
I feel as if a buried statue were being dug up piece by piece . ' One of her friends once told me that , on a cold November evening , as he was making his way to her house , he came upon Virginia Woolf standing in the fog beside an ...
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The Science of Life | 184 |
Need a Friend By Elizabeth Berridge | 281 |
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