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Her pluck and fascinating pre-World War II
reminisces of life in London, England, were
my inspiration to write this novel.












The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward. Is not friendship divine in this?

....... Henry David Thoreau




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