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The Woman At The Door
The Woman At The Door | Deeping
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HE first saw the tower when the larches were turning green. The heath, bearded with the bronze of last year's bracken, and stippled with Scotch firs, rose suddenly toward the south. The skyline was spired with the green larch tops, and interspersed with the larches were old oaks and firs. It was one of those poignant days in April when the wind is in the south-west, and there is a whisper of spring in the air. Sunlight and shadows came and went. The flicker of sunlight on some bright surface was the first thing to catch Luce's attention.
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This book is probably the most boring book I‘ve read. It‘s actually impressive how little tension there is for it‘s entirety