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Hypocrites weep, and you cannot tell their tears from those of saints but no bad man ever laughed sweetly yet.
Ouida
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Ouida
Age: 69 †
Born: 1839
Born: January 1
Died: 1908
Died: January 25
Novelist
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Bury St Edmunds
Suffolk
Marie Louise de la Ramée
Marie Louise Ramé
Marie Louise de la Ramee
Marie Louise Rame
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Hypocrites
Cannot
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Saints
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