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They were steaming out of the station before Maia asked, 'Was it books in the trunk?'' It was books, admitted Miss Minton.And Maia said, 'Good.Eva Ibbotson
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She was so intelligent that she could think herself into beauty. Intelligence...they don't talk about it much, the poets, but when a woman is intelligent and passionate and good...Eva Ibbotson
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When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.Eva Ibbotson
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There are those who dance the notes, and those who dance the music.Eva Ibbotson
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There are those who dance the notes and those who dance the music.Eva Ibbotson
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After all, Betty was ill and she was her sister, and she wouldn't be able to shave her legs for weeks because of the plaster.Eva Ibbotson
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For whether a place is a heaven or a hell rests in yourself, and those who go with courage may find themselves in paradise.Eva Ibbotson
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One must not judge other cultures by the standars of one's one, ' said Aunt HildaEva Ibbotson
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Yet for a moment it seemed to him that the men who had dragged marble from Italy and porphyry from Portugal, who had ransacked the jungle for its rarest woods and paid their millions to build this opulent and fantastical theatre, had done so in order that a young girl with loose brown hair should move across its stage, drawing her future from its empty air.Eva Ibbotson
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You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair.Eva Ibbotson
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Please, God, ' Ruth would pray, 'don't let me be competitive. Let me realize what a privilege it is to study. Let me remember that knowledge must be pursued for its own sake and please, please stop me wanting to beat Verena Plackett in the exams.' She prayed hard and she meant what she said. But God was busy that autumn as the International Brigade came back, defeated, from Spain, Hitler's bestialities increased, and sparrows everywhere continued to fall. .Eva Ibbotson
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He was just drifting off to sleep when it occurred to him that perhaps the dog was not so ordinary after all. Perhaps he was someone the ogre had changed, and Ivo was going to spend the night hugging a headmaster or a tax inspectorEva Ibbotson
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Slowly, Anna put up a hand to his muzzle and began to scratch that spot behind the ear where large dogs keep their souls.Eva Ibbotson
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To show too much joy in a place such as this would be unseemly but, as he padded toward her, his tail was extended in a manner which would make wagging possible should all go as expected.Eva Ibbotson
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It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were never such an intense and iridescent green; sunlight glinted on flower-studded meadows as the Germans encircled the Maginot Line and overran not only France but Belgium and Holland. Birdsong filled the air in the lull between bursts of gunfire and accompanied the fleeing refugees who blocked the roads. It was as though the weather was preparing a glorious requiem for the death of Europe. .Eva Ibbotson