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The choice lies between property on the one hand and slavery, public or private, on the other. There is no third issue.

Hilaire Belloc

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Hilaire Belloc
Age: 82 †
Born: 1870
Born: July 27
Died: 1953
Died: July 16
Historian
Journalist
Poet
Politician
Writer
La Celle-les-Bruyères
Hilaire Pierre Belloc
Joseph Hilaire Pierre René Belloc
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Hand
Thirds
Public
Slavery
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Private
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