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Perhaps a maiden's bashfulness is more A matron's lesson than our lips aver.

Alfred Austin

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Alfred Austin
Age: 78 †
Born: 1835
Born: May 30
Died: 1913
Died: June 2
Journalist
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Bashfulness
Maiden
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Lips

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