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Mr. Churchill's Secretary (Maggie Hope Mystery, #1) Mr. Churchill's Secretary by Susan Elia MacNeal
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“She wasn't happy, exactly; she was still too raw for that. But she was satisfied. Satisfied and relieved, too, with maybe just a bit of joy thrown in for good measure. Yes, that was it. She'd made it through so much already. She knew now that she was strong. She'd survive. And she had friends and family to support her.”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other, That we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone, Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, Let it be spoken without effort, Without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was, There is absolute unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, Somewhere very near, Just around the corner. All is well.” When”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“Maggie thought about numbers. Numbers weren’t evil. Numbers, points, curves, fractions—they all existed independent of human thought and action. She missed math. She loved the order, the cool logic, the joy of solving its inevitable steps.”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“decided to read a poem by Henry Scott Holland.” Her voice was uneven, and she took a breath and tried to steady it. “I think Paige would have liked this. And I think she would want us to think of her in this way. “Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other, That we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone, Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, Let it be spoken without effort, Without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was, There is absolute unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, Somewhere very near, Just around the corner. All is well.”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“Why should I be out of mind Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, Somewhere very near, Just around the corner. All is well.”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other, That we are still.”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“The important thing is to KPO. Do you know what KPO means, Miss Hope?” Of course. “Keep Plodding On, sir.” “Absolutely right. KPO.”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“I’ll tell you. It’s because if Hitler has his way, we’ll all be slaves—and, as an American, with our shameful history of slavery, let me tell you how monstrously horrible that would be. We’re fighting for the right to be free citizens. It’s a privilege that the Americans and British have—no matter if you’re rich or poor, you’re born free—and you can express your opinion and vote. And work. And this doesn’t just apply to men. Women are slowly but surely making strides—the vote, higher education, laws that protect our money and property. But this treatment of women—middle- and upper-class women—as though we’re children or goddesses or precious objets d’art—well, that’s a kind of slavery. So, you may want to keep me in the drawing room, or the kitchen, or the nursery—or the typing pool—but it’s simply another form of tyranny—one that we’re supposedly fighting against.”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other, That we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone, Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, Let it be spoken without effort, Without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was, There is absolute unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, Somewhere very near, Just around the corner. All is well.”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other, That we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the easy way you always used”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“But it must have been such an amazing experience, to find what you love and then have the opportunity to pursue it. The tutus, the roses, all those handsome men…” “The tutus are sweat-stained and mended, the roses have thorns, and most of the men are big poofs, so there you go. It’s the theater, it’s illusion. None of it is real.”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“listened to It’s That Man Again on the wireless.”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was, There is absolute unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, Somewhere very near, Just around the corner. All is well.” When Maggie returned to her seat, Sarah put an arm around her and”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“Love the Maggie Hope Mystery series.”
susan elia macneal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“Maggie”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary
“around”
Susan Elia MacNeal, Mr. Churchill's Secretary