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My comfort is, said Susan, looking back at Mr. Dombey, that I have told a piece of truth this day which ought to have been told long before and can't be told too often or too plain...

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Charles Dickens
Age: 58 †
Born: 1812
Born: February 7
Died: 1870
Died: June 9
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