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In The Garden

I am bitten by the thorns of the roses. They hang about my jacket in a fierce clutch of claws, invisible and catlike. My knuckles are a red astronomy. Such stars, such stars,......

Frequent Smiles At

Pym's No. 1 Francis Kin g CRAMPTON HOD N ET by Barbara Pym Macmillan, f8.95 I f, like E. M. Forster with Maurice, a novelist suppresses one of his works be- cause its time seems......