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“No lives have been lost as yet, and none of our women have been taken," said Godolphin stiffly, "but as the fellow is a Frenchman we all realize that it is only a question of time before something dastardly occurs.”

Quote by Daphne du Maurier

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Frenchman's creek

Frenchman's Creek is a historical novel set in the American colonies during the Revolutionary War. The story delves into the complexities of colonial life, examining the interactions between the European settlers and the indigenous populations. The protagonist navigates the turbulent political landscape and personal conflicts, offering a rich tapestry of historical and emotional narrative. more

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Daphne du Maurier
Daphne du Maurier

British author known for her suspense novels and romantic stories. Daphne du Maurier's works are characterized by their mysterious and supernatural elements, with her most famous novels being 'Rebecca' and 'The Turn of the Screw'. Her writing style has had a profound impact on literature. more

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