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21 " England. A long way away. A heathen land where they do not have the true faith. "
― Rhys Bowen , The Tuscan Child
22 " When the world has gone mad, we must help each other when we can. Most of my neighbours are good and share what little they have. When Benito snared a rabbit, he gave us some of it to make the good broth you are eating. And when I came home this morning, I passed Signora Gucci and she saw the mushrooms I had found. "
23 " The Society of Saint George,” she said. “A devotional society of the men of this town. It is an honour to be invited to join. "
24 " It still had that wonderful smell that old churches have: part damp, part old hymn books, and the lingering scent of burned-out candles. "
25 " Excellent idea.” I smiled at him. “Miss Honeywell should be amenable since I’m rushing to get the place cleared out. I’ll ask her.” “How long do you think you’ll still be here?” Nigel asked. “I hope to be gone by the end of the week.” I saw his face fall. “I see. Presumably you need to get back to work. "
26 " this sweet and kind woman how it felt to have lost my baby. “Don’t look so sad,” she said, touching my cheek. “All is well. We are tested and we survive, and life will be good again. "
27 " I tore off the brown paper wrapping from the large parcel and found myself looking at my own face. It was so startling that I almost dropped the picture. It was even more startling when I read the inscription: “Joanna Langley. 1749–1823. "
28 " while and my mother took care of me. I remember the German in our house—the one she ran off with. I remember we ate rabbit and chestnuts and anything else she could find for us. She’d go off with her "
29 " him. They’d talk of him as a hero when in reality he was a bloody fool, a sitting duck. This was a bombing mission that should never have been flown. "
30 " He tried to get up and move, but a searing pain from his leg shot through him. The last thing he heard before he blacked out was the song of a bird, greeting the dawn. "
31 " medal. A religious medal to some kind of saint. "
32 " Oh, come on, Joanna. It’s the nineteen seventies. Women have abortions all the time. It’s no big thing anymore.” “It is for the baby,” I said. “And it would be for me. My father would never "
33 " what I did, I didn’t want "
34 " It’s not fair. But then nothing has been fair for a long time, has it? All those chaps I flew with who went down in flames. All those poor sods sitting at dinner in their houses who were blasted to pieces by doodlebugs. And the poor, damned wretches in the concentration camps. None of them deserved to die. "
35 " Don’t look so sad,” she said, touching my cheek. “All is well. We are tested and we survive, and life will be good again. "