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“A game of shuttlecock: And I thought how there had not been an evening as sweet as this one at Bidnold for many a long time, and how it was as if all my Melancholy had been swept from my heart and sent by the Shuttlecock into some faraway void.”

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Book:Merivel: A Man of His Time
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Merivel: A Man of His Time

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Rose Tremain
Rose Tremain

Rose Tremain is a renowned British author born on August 2, 1943. Her works are known for their profound character development and emotional expression, and she has won numerous literary awards. more

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