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“He had the sort of bland, agreeable, rosy face which could disappear into whatever context he wished it to. He was blond but not provocatively so. The naturally dull Kent accent could be clipped and made horsey if he was trying to get to a society party, and his father’s East End adopted with relative ease when he wanted to be taken as working class.”

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Book:Ordinary Human Failings
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