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People struggled on for years with 'troubles,' but they almost always succumbed to 'complications.

Edith Wharton

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Edith Wharton
Age: 75 †
Born: 1862
Born: January 24
Died: 1937
Died: August 11
Novelist
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New York City
New York
Edith Newbold Jones
Edith Newbold Jones Wharton
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Complications
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Struggled
Troubles
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Years

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