They don’t make convent girls like this any more

The greatest pleasures of the Daily Telegraph are A.N. Wilson’s column on Mondays, and the obituaries. The novelist’s imagination never approaches some of the stories in the obits; This one, about a rich and spoiled convent girl, who lost her virtue to an Italian hotel keeper named Hannibal at the age of 17, but found her metier fighting alongside dashing lovers in the French Foreign Legion, is one of the most astonishing,

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