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Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

Edith Wharton

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Edith Wharton
Age: 75 †
Born: 1862
Born: January 24
Died: 1937
Died: August 11
Novelist
Poet
Prosaist
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New York City
New York
Edith Newbold Jones
Edith Newbold Jones Wharton
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Life
Piecing
Perpetual
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Bits

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He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.
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