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Then, you must fall each into your proper place. You'll do your business, and she, if she's worthy of you, will do hers but it's your business to please yourself, and hers to please you.

Anne Bronte

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Anne Bronte
Age: 29 †
Born: 1820
Born: January 17
Died: 1849
Died: May 28
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West Yorkshire
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