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Dear Grandmamma, with what we give. We humbly pray that you may live. For many, many happy years: Although you bore us all to tears.
Hilaire Belloc
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Hilaire Belloc
Age: 82 †
Born: 1870
Born: July 27
Died: 1953
Died: July 16
Historian
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La Celle-les-Bruyères
Hilaire Pierre Belloc
Joseph Hilaire Pierre René Belloc
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