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At the worst, a house unkept cannot be so distressing as a life unlived.

Rose Macaulay

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Rose Macaulay
Age: 77 †
Born: 1881
Born: April 1
Died: 1958
Died: October 30
Author
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Rugby
Warwickshire
Emilie Rose Macaulay
Dame Emilie Rose Macaulay
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Housework
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Worst
House
Cannot
Life
Unlived
Distressing

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