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“To each of the mourners outside in the lane, I would be no more than a pale face glimpsed for a moment behind the glass. I wished I could smile at each of them, but I knew I must not, since a grinning mug would spoil their memories of this sad occasion. We were all of us mourners overtaken by the moment: It was not ours to shape. We must give ourselves over to being the Grieving Family, upon whom others must be permitted to shower sympathy. All of this I knew without ever having been told. It had somehow been born in my blood.”

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Book:The Dead in Their Vaulted Arches
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The Dead in Their Vaulted Arches

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Alan Bradley
Alan Bradley

Alan Bradley, born in 1938, is an accomplished writer known for his distinctive style and profound insights into human nature. His works are characterized by their blend of historical background and crime elements, which have won him a wide audience. more

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