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Do you recall Fred Merriville?” She stared at him. “Fred Merriville? Pray, what has he to say to anything?” “The poor fellow has nothing to say: he’s dead, alas!

Georgette Heyer

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Georgette Heyer
Age: 71 †
Born: 1902
Born: August 16
Died: 1974
Died: July 4
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Georgette Heyer Rougier
Stella Martin
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Fred
Dead
Stared
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Fellow
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