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It is strange how loud little sounds become when you are in the dark and doing something wrong.

Richard Llewellyn

It is strange how loud little sounds become when you are in the dark and doing something wrong.

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About Richard Llewellyn

Richard Dafydd Vivian Llewellyn Lloyd (né Richard Herbert Vivian Lloyd; 8 December 1906, London – 30 November 1983, Dublin), known by his pen name Richard Llewellyn ( loo-EL-in, Welsh: [ɬəˈwɛlɪn]), was a British novelist of a Welsh background, who is best remembered for his 1939 novel How Green Was My Valley, which chronicles life in a coal mining village in the South Wales Valleys.