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Some of the best people that ever lived have been as destitute as I am and if you are a Christian, you ought not to consider poverty a crime.
Charlotte Bronte
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Charlotte Bronte
Age: 38 †
Born: 1816
Born: April 21
Died: 1855
Died: March 31
Novelist
Poet
Thornton
West Yorkshire
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Ш. Бронте
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Sharlotta Bronte
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Charlotte Bronte
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Mrs. Arthur Bell Nicholls
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Florian Wellesley
Lord Charles Albert
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