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I am not an angel, I asserted and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.

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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Шарлотта Бронте
Sharlotta Bronte
Charles Wellesley
Charlotte Bronte
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Karlotta Bronte
Mrs. Arthur Bell Nicholls
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Florian Wellesley
Lord Charles Albert
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