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April 05, 2019

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juliet brown

Ohhhhh that knitting - those patterns.... adorable I am totally smitten. I am liking the sound of the books too - it reminds me of Persephone Press a little, they are a small indy publisher in London that specialise mainly in lesser known 20th century women writers, I found a very hard to get NZ classic (the godwits fly) which is too exciting for words and they are so beautiful - they have grey dust covers and a lovely 20th century fabric print inside - quite delicious. http://www.persephonebooks.co.uk/ if that interests you - I'd highly recommend just about anything they have on catalogue especially the letters to my children from Germany 1940-1946, extraordinary

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  • "'Then I am the first,' cried Pullings with infinite satisfaction. 'Let me wish you and Mrs. Aubrey all the joy in the world.' He grasped Jack's limp, wondering hand, wrung it numb, and showed the printed page, reading aloud, '"At Ashgrove Cottage, Chilton Admiral, in Hants, the lady of Captain Aubrey, of the Boadicea, of a son and heir,"' following the words with his finger.

    'Give it here,' said Jack. He grasped the magazine, sloped the page to the light and pored over it intently.

    '"At Ashgrove Cottage, Chilton Admiral, in Hants, the lady of Captain Aubrey, of the Boadicea, of a son."

    'Well, I'll be damned. God bless me. Lord, Lord … upon my word and honour … I'll be damned to Hell and back again … strike me down. Killick, Killick, rouse out a bottle of champagne -- pass the word for the Doctor -- here, Killick, there's for you -- God love us all -- ha, ha, ha.'

    Killick took the handful of money, put it slowly into his pocket with a look of extreme suspicion and walked out of the cabin, his lips pursed in disapproval. Jack leapt from his seat, took several turns fore and aft, chuckling from time to time, his mind filled with mingled love, happiness, fulfilment, and a most piercing nostalgia."

    -- from The Mauritius Command by Patrick O'Brian

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