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I suppose that by this time they had finished their dressing. Roger Scurvilegs tells us nothing on such important matters no doubt from modesty. Next morning they rose, he says, and disappoints us of a picture of Udo brushing his hair.
A. A. Milne
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A. A. Milne
Age: 74 †
Born: 1882
Born: January 18
Died: 1956
Died: January 31
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Alan Alexander Milne
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