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It seems to me,’ said Philippa prosaically, ‘that on the whole we run more risks with Mr Crawford’s protection than without it.

Dorothy Dunnett

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Dorothy Dunnett
Age: 78 †
Born: 1923
Born: January 1
Died: 2001
Died: November 9
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Without
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Crawford
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Protection
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Running
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Music, the knife without a hilt.
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Oh, well. Everyone else has suave, cosmopolitan sheep: why not us? The Millers at Hepple have a ewe that’s been to Kelso three times, and they’ve never been farther than Ford in their lives.” Kate peered absently into the farm pond, and clucked again. “Thoughtless creatures. They’ve forgotten the fish.
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