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I could not ask forgiveness for something I had not done. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault.

Daphne du Maurier

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Daphne du Maurier
Age: 81 †
Born: 1907
Born: May 13
Died: 1989
Died: April 19
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Dame Daphne du Maurier
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