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“During the last few years of her life Mrs. Willowes grew continually more skilled in evading responsibilities, and her death seemed but the final perfected expression of this skill. It was as if she had said, yawning a delicate cat’s yawn, “I think I will go to my grave now,” and had left the room.”

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Lolly Willowes

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Sylvia Townsend Warner
Sylvia Townsend Warner

Sylvia Townsend Warner was an American novelist whose works delved into the complexities of human relationships and the influence of historical events on individuals. Born on December 6, 1893, she spent much of her life in New England, which deeply influenced her writing. Warner's career spanned several decades, during which she published a number of critically acclaimed novels. more

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