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_aWaters, Sarah, _eauthor. |
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_aThe paying guests / _cSarah Waters. |
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_aLondon : _bVirago, _c2015. |
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_aLondon _bVirago _c2015 |
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_a599 pages ; _c20 cm |
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_atext _2rdacontent |
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_aunmediated _2rdamedia |
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_avolume _2rdacarrier |
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| 500 | _aOriginally published: 2014. | ||
| 520 | 8 | _aThere came the splash of water and the rub of heels as Mrs Barber stepped into the tub. After that there was a silence, broken only by the occasional echoey plink of drips from the tap. Frances had been picturing her lodgers in purely mercenary terms - as something like two great waddling shillings. But this, she thought, was what it really meant to have paying guests: this odd, unintimate proximity, this rather peeled-back moment, where the only thing between herself and a naked Mrs Barber was a few feet of kitchen and a thin scullery door. An image sprang into her head: that round flesh, crimsoning in the heat. | |
| 651 | 0 | _aGreat Britain | |
| 655 | 7 | _aGeneral. | |
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