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“It was quite wrong of me Had I heard what I thought I’d heard or were my ears playing hob with me It was more likely that the sun and the moon should suddenly dance a jolly jig in the heavens than that one of my sisters should apologize. It was simply unheard of.”

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Book:A Red Herring Without Mustard
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A Red Herring Without Mustard

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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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