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... Waiter! raw beef-steak for the gentleman's eye,-nothing like raw beef-steak for a bruise, sir cold lamp-post very good, but lamp-post inconvenient-damned odd standing in the open street half-an-hour, with your eye against a lamp.
Charles Dickens
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Charles Dickens
Age: 58 †
Born: 1812
Born: February 7
Died: 1870
Died: June 9
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