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But questioning does not mean the end of loving, and loving does not mean the abnegation of intelligence

Winifred Holtby

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Winifred Holtby
Age: 37 †
Born: 1898
Born: June 23
Died: 1935
Died: September 29
Author
Journalist
Novelist
Suffragette
Writer
Rudston
East Riding of Yorkshire
Abnegation
Questioning
Loving
Intelligence
Ends
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Mean

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