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Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?

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Evelyn Waugh
Age: 62 †
Born: 1903
Born: October 28
Died: 1966
Died: April 10
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Evelyn Arthur St John Waugh
Arthur Evelyn St. John Waugh
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