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Maisie Dobbs Bundle #4: Elegy for Eddie and Leaving Everything Most Loved: Books 9 and 10 in the New York Times Bestselling Series - Bilingual quotes that celebrate the beauty of language, showcasing meaningful expressions in two unique perspectives.

Maisie Dobbs Bundle #4: Elegy for Eddie and Leaving Everything Most Loved: Books 9 and 10 in the New York Times Bestselling Series - Bilingual quotes that celebrate the beauty of language, showcasing meaningful expressions in two unique perspectives.

"Maisie Dobbs Bundle #4" contains two intriguing novels, "Elegy for Eddie" and "Leaving Everything Most Loved," which are part of the bestselling Maisie Dobbs series. Set in post-World War I England, Maisie Dobbs is a private investigator known for her psychological insight and dedication to uncovering truths. In "Elegy for Eddie," she navigates the complexities of London while seeking justice for a beloved local figure, touching on themes of community loss and the impact of the war.

The second installment, "Leaving Everything Most Loved," follows Maisie as she delves into a case involving the murder of an Indian woman in London. This investigation opens up discussions about cultural identity and societal challenges faced by immigrants. It also highlights Maisie's evolving identity and her connection to the changing world around her.

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Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.
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All our human endeavours are like that, she reflected, and it is only because we are too ignorant to realize it, or are too forgetful to remember it, that we have the confidence to build something that is meant to last.
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In fact, none of us knows how he ever managed to get his LLB in the first place. Maybe they're putting law degrees in cornflakes boxes these days.
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