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Léonie, you will do well to consider. You are not the first woman in my life. She smiled through her tears. Monseigneur, I would so much rather be the last woman than the first,” she said.
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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God knows I'm no saint, but I don't think I'm more of a sinner than any other man.
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Do you forget that I am your sister?” “No I’ve never been granted the opportunity to forget it.
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Of course she is a fool, but so are all girls.
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She bowed her head, clasping her hands tightly before her upon the arm of his chair, for her heart yearned towards him, yet could not reach him, and it made her throat ache with unhappiness to meet that look of his that rested on her face without seeing it.
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