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He lacked tenderness he was rude and he had more than a streak of cruelty in him he was a thief and a liar. He stood for everything she feared and hated and despised but she knew she could love him... This was no choice made with the mind.

Daphne du Maurier

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Daphne du Maurier
Age: 81 †
Born: 1907
Born: May 13
Died: 1989
Died: April 19
Author
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Novelist
Playwright
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
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London
England
Dame Daphne du Maurier
Mind
Stood
Thief
Love
Cruelty
Feared
Hated
Liar
Choice
Despised
Knew
Thieves
Choices
Tenderness
Streak
Everything
Liars
Lacked
Made
Rude
Streaks

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