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Patricia Highsmith
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Patricia Highsmith: The Heroine
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The girl was so sure she would get the job that she had come to Westchester with her suitcase. She sat in the living room of the Christ...
Patricia Highsmith: Old folks at home
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'Well,' Lois said finally, 'let's do it.' Her expression as she looked at her husband was serious, a little wor...
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Patricia Highsmith: The kite
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The voices of Walter's mother and father came in jerky murmurs down the hall to his room. What were they argu¬ing about now? Walter...
Patricia Highsmith: Something the cat dragged in
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A few seconds of p ondering silence in the Scrabble game was interrupted by a rustle of plastic at the cat door: Portland Bill was c...
Patricia Highsmith: The Artist
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At the time Jane got married, one would have thought there was nothing unusual about her. She was plump, pretty and practical: she coul...
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