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“Folks in village don’t go reporting things,â€� he said. “We live and let live. Life wouldn’t be worth living if us got telling on one another.â€� “Live and let live. In this case it’s been die and let die, hasn’t it?â€� said Macdonald.”
― E.C.R. Lorac, Murder in the Mill Race

“Closing the door behind him, Macdonald stood still in the darkness, as he had stood so often in other buildings. Houses, barns, shops, flats, warehouses, all dark, as this passage was dark, but having in the darkness their own character because each had its own peculiar smell. Gramarye smelt of floor polish and carbolic and soap: something of the unwelcoming smell of an institution, but behind the overlay of modern cleanliness, the smell of the ancient house declared itself, of old mortar, of stone walls built without damp courses, of woodwork decaying under coats of paint, of panelling and floor boards which gave out their ancient breath as the coldness of the stone house triumphed over the warmth of the midsummer evening.”
― E.C.R. Lorac, Murder in the Mill Race