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A little girl loves her bird--Why? Because it lives and feels because it is helpless and harmless? A toad, likewise, lives and feels, and is equally helpless and harmless but though she would not hurt a toad, she cannot love it like the bird, with its graceful form, soft feathers, and bright, speaking eyes.

Anne Bronte

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