Little notes, scrawled on half-sheets of paper, and letters, when he was away, page after page, intimate, their news. Her voice, echoing through the house, and down the garden, careless and familiar like the writing in the book. And I had to call him Maxim.
Daphne du MaurierAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: May 13, 1907
- Died: April 19, 1989
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