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Her heart went out to him with a stronger movement than ever, at the thought that people would blame him. Maggie hated blame she had been blamed her whole life, and nothing had come of it but evil tempers.

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George Eliot
Age: 61 †
Born: 1819
Born: November 22
Died: 1880
Died: December 22
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