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Hazel Whitby, a dealer in Antiques has, shall we say, an "interesting" view of life - and
how to live it! Let her tell you about it in this message. Click on HAZEL to start and stop.
You are welcome to read an extract below.
"From her vantagepoint beneath the shadowy trees, the woman in black muttered a profanity that was entirely
out of place in the churchyard.
She sank down onto a long neglected tomb and cursed again when she saw the state of her
new shoes. Her jaw set firmly in passionate ill will, she clamped a cigarette between scarlet lips, lit it, and exhaled disenchanted
smoke from her long slender nose.
A gust of arctic air made the woman shiver and tuck wispy tinted hair back beneath her
sleek fur hat.
The thud, thud of earth shovelled onto the wooden coffin only added to her exasperation, as the gravediggers
committed Jane Victoria Lawrence's body to eternity.
'If the old bitch had only listened to reason.' The violent mute
words echoed in the woman's brain. But there was no use crying over spilt blood.
It seemed there was an heir to the property
and that presented either a help or a hindrance."
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