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I flung my tongue round like a cat-o'-nine-tails so that my pleasant peaceful infant room became little less than a German concentration camp as I took out on the children what life should have got.

Sylvia Ashton-Warner

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Sylvia Ashton-Warner
Age: 75 †
Born: 1908
Born: December 17
Died: 1984
Died: April 28
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Stratford
New Zealand
Sylvia Constance Ashton-Warner
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Peaceful
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Tongue
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