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[He was aware] of the value of the word of praise dropped at exactly the right moment and he would have thought himself extremely stupid to withhold what cost him so little and was productive of such desirable results.

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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