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I am so tired - so tired of being of being whirled on through all these phases of my life, in which nothing abides by me, no creature, no place it is like the circle in which the victims of earthly passion eddy continually.

Elizabeth Gaskell

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Elizabeth Gaskell
Age: 54 †
Born: 1810
Born: September 29
Died: 1865
Died: January 12
Biographer
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London
England
Author of Mary Barton
Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
Elizabeth Cleghorn Stevenson
Mrs. Gaskell
née Stevenson
Life
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Circles
Whirled
Victim
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Nothing
Circle

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