British Bulldog Quotes

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Afternoon drinkers shifted in the gloom as if they sensed new blood.

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She picked up the stout and took a sip. It slid down her throat like silk.

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She curled sideways into the milky light of the bedside lamp and began to read.

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A chap’s impending death has a way of focusing the mind. 

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Mirabelle sat down, dropping into the cushions like a ball being caught in a large leather glove. 

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Escapers were the cream of the crop.

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If there’s one shade a woman of colour can’t wear it’s got to be the one everyone expects, hasn’t it?

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Food in wartime Britain, she had to admit, was hardly inspiring.

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Reticence was clearly a national characteristic, even if the other person spoke French.

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Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn’t true. 

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Nothing is long ago in an archive, my dear. In the records we treat the dead as same as the living. that’s the whole point of keeping papers. It doesn’t matter if it’s a hundred years or only a few weeks. It’s all filed away, fresh as the d...

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I like you in green,’ he said. ‘You look as if you’re a very beautiful imp.’ 

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A chap wouldn’t hole up in Occupied France just to get away from his wife, Vesta.

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Why, that means you’re just a … busybody. You could be anyone. You could be a journalist.’ 

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Can I fetch you something, madam? A cup of tea?’ In the old days she’d have been ‘miss’ and he’d have offered her a cocktail.

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The good thing about the aristocracy – German or English – was that they were easily traced, Mirabelle thought.

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Vesta was so good with paperwork – you could hand her a file of drab, seemingly dull information and she’d construct a story from it worthy of a novel. 

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He tasted of whisky and his skin was rough where he hadn’t shaved, but Mirabelle kissed him back.

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