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I've never been one for religion, but yet I've never been what ye could call an unbeliever. What I say is, nothin' don't seem impossible once you've clapped eyes on a whale.

Elizabeth Goudge

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Elizabeth Goudge
Age: 83 †
Born: 1900
Born: April 24
Died: 1984
Died: April 1
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Wells
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Elizabeth de Beauchamp Goudge
Elisabeth Goudge
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Religion
Nothin
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Whales
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