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“...indeed, with the Radletts, you never could tell. Why, for instance, would Victoria bellow like a bull and half kill Jassy whenever Jassy said, in a certain tone of voice, pointing her finger with a certain look, "Fancy?" I think they hardly knew why, themselves.”

Quote by Nancy Mitford

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Love in a Cold Climate

This novel delves into the complexities of love and relationships during the 1930s, focusing on the interactions between characters from different social backgrounds. more

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Nancy Mitford
Nancy Mitford

Nancy Mitford was an English novelist renowned for her sharp wit and satirical writing. Born on November 28, 1904, she was a member of the Mitford family, which included several prominent figures in British politics, literature, and the arts. Mitford's works often centered on the British upper class and their social customs. Her most famous novels include 'Love in a Cold Climate' and 'The Pursuit of Love', which are celebrated for their humor and wit. She passed away on June 30, 1973. more

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