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What has all this got to do with Love? Her husband never read, either. Their friends did not read, not even newspapers. But another couple had an infant, aged three, and this infant had a rather fierce grandmother, and this grandmother read a great deal. She and I alone stood for literature. She would stay at home with the infant while the intermediate generation was away larking. She was always reading the same book. It was a thick book, with a glossy coloured cover displaying some scene in which homicide and passion were mingled; its price, new, was sixpence halfpenny, and its title was simply and magnificently,
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Borgia! with a note of exclamation after it. She confined herself to
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Borgia! She was tireless with
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Borgia! She went home to Paris reading
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Borgia!