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The Lines We Leave Behind The Lines We Leave Behind by Eliza Graham
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“I pray I retain the distinct edges of my personality and am not blurring into a shadow of myself.”
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“Act like a Partisan, not a pampered middle-class girl. Do not let this setback prevent you from striking again and again at the enemy.”
Eliza Graham, The Lines We Leave Behind
“cake in Cairo that ever flummoxed”
Eliza Graham, The Lines We Leave Behind
“I’m going to try hard to be reasonable. The mad woman will be rational.”
Eliza Graham, The Lines We Leave Behind
“My solicitor now is a young woman who inherited me. Most of my knowledge of the law as applied to families, missing children, wills and trusts is drawn from Dickens and may not be much help.”
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“I trekked across wartime Yugoslavia with a map and compass. But now the London Underground is hostile territory.”
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“An elderly major improves my chess on afternoons when the Kaiser’s artillery isn’t shelling him in a Somme trench.”
Eliza Graham, The Lines We Leave Behind
“The ceremony ran equally smoothly, Robert and Maud reciting their vows without a slip, smiling at one another as they did so. With practice, acting your assumed role will seem natural.”
Eliza Graham, The Lines We Leave Behind
“Egyptian rain always seemed to have a particularly dense and wetting quality to it.”
Eliza Graham, The Lines We Leave Behind
“How was it that she, Maud, who dealt with appointments and prescriptions, was having this conversation about parachute drops and landings?”
Eliza Graham, The Lines We Leave Behind
“No matter how bad things are, there’s always the chance that something good will happen.”
Eliza Graham, The Lines We Leave Behind
“invaded Kosovo first, but now they’d gone. Was some Nazi living in their old home, ill-treating the mine workers and standing out on the terrace at night, admiring the stars and smelling the scent of the last roses of the year, roses Maud’s father had planted? He scribbled something down. ‘We carried out some research into the mine and those who worked there.’ So that’s how they’d traced her? Had he come looking for her in the nightclub? How had he known she’d be there? He put the cap on his fountain pen.”
Eliza Graham, The Lines We Leave Behind
“To Bari,”
Eliza Graham, The Lines We Leave Behind