Beautiful Sentences: Muriel Spark

That spring Jenny’s mother was expecting a baby, there was no rain worth remembering, the grass, the sun and the birds lost their self-centred winter mood and began to think of others.

Muriel Spark, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie.

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