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Louis Auchincloss



Spring 1970 | Fiction

Agnes Lynne considered that, at sixty-seven, she was young to be widowed, but she was surprised to find how many of her contemporaries had preceded her to this condition. It was as if, while Percy had been alive, the widows had tried to camouflage their state of bereavement, rounding up a brother or nephew or cousin to accompany them to dinner at the Lynnes'...