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344 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1950
The Vicar, who was a very nice worthy man but so dull that we shall not trouble to invent a name for him...
old wounds did not bleed anew; not with that first searing pain, not with the aching misery of the later days, not with the hard brightness that had hidden the scars, but a little because those deaths were now a memory; because beauty vanishes, beauty passes