“Becky walked to the sea late in the day, trod barefoot among the tumbled blocks of stone that lined the foreshore, smelling the old harsh smell of salt, hearing the water slap and chuckle while from high above came the… — Keith Roberts Copy Share Image
“The firm of Strange had not been built on softness; what you stole from it, you were welcome to keep.” — Keith Roberts Copy Share Image
“To wake, and sleep, and know that one is loved; to hear, as I hear now, the whisper of a footfall; to feel the… — Keith Roberts Copy Share Image
“Becky walked to the sea late in the day, trod barefoot among the tumbled blocks of stone that lined the foreshore, smelling the old… — Keith Roberts Copy Share Image
