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Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

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Harriet Beecher Stowe
Age: 85 †
Born: 1811
Born: June 14
Died: 1896
Died: July 1
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Novelist
Poet
Short Story Writer
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Litchfield (town)
Connecticut
Christopher Crowfield
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Enrieta Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher
Harriet Elisabeth Beecher Stowe
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