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George Eliot has the heart of Sappho but the face, with the long proboscis, the protruding teeth of the Apocalyptic horse, betrayed animality.

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George Meredith
Age: 81 †
Born: 1828
Born: February 12
Died: 1909
Died: May 18
Novelist
Poet
Prosaist
Writer
Portsmouth
England
Face
Animality
Faces
Sappho
Heart
Eliot
Long
Apocalyptic
Betrayed
George
Teeth
Horse

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