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“And so it continued all day, wynde after wynde, From a room beyond came the whistle of a teakettle. Now, you really must join me. I've some marvelous Darjeeling, and some delicious petit fours a friend of mine gave me for Christmas.”

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Martha Grimes
Martha Grimes

Martha Grimes is a renowned British detective novel author, born on May 2, 1931. Her works are known for their unique sense of humor and detailed portrayal of English rural life. more

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