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“How is Mrs. Rivers doing?' asked the agent, a very tall and large man, well-dressed, bald and depressing, with a manner of gliding into his office from a side door without perceptibly moving his feet which had struck terror into many young writers and caused them to accept the lowest terms Mr. Hobb could offer.”

Quote by Angela Thirkell

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Angela Thirkell
Angela Thirkell

Angela Thirkell was an English novelist known for her light-hearted and humorous writing style, as well as her detailed portrayal of English rural life. Her works often featured satire and humor, showcasing social and human aspects, and were well-received by readers. more

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