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Quotes from The Village Book — Henry Williamson

1895–1977 England

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With the dried blood stiff on my temples I climbed the hill, cursing the satanic way of men, yet knowing myself vile, for they had not known what they were doing, but I betrayed an innocent; and the tears— weak, whiskey tears— would not wash from my brow the blood of a little brother.

The Village Book (1930)

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Henry Williamson (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.