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It is painful to doubt the sincerity of those we love.

Anne Bronte

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Anne Bronte
Age: 29 †
Born: 1820
Born: January 17
Died: 1849
Died: May 28
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Novelist
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Thornton
West Yorkshire
Acton Bell
Ann Brontë
Anne Bronte
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Annie Bronte
Sincerity
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