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I was so astonished that I could think of nothing to say, but wondered irrelevantly if I was to be caught with a teapot in my hand on every dramatic occasion.
Barbara Pym
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Barbara Pym
Age: 66 †
Born: 1913
Born: June 2
Died: 1980
Died: January 11
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Barbara Mary Crampton Pym
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