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It would seem so, judging by neat Delineations of the lady, in her zeal to meet Commiserations fitly, from beneath a dusty…
Read by Sophie Cookson & Joanna David
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty…
Read by Dominic West & Roger Moore
‘What are the bugles blowin’ for?’ said Files-on-Parade. ‘To turn you out, to turn you out,’ the Colour-Sergeant said. ‘What makes you…
Read by Juliet Stevenson
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him – Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax,…
Read by Rupert Evans & Robert Hardy
I I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; ‘Good speed!’ cried the…
A new volcano has erupted, the papers say, and last week I was reading where some ship saw an island being born:…
