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Oh, time betrays us. Time is the great enemy.

Winifred Holtby

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Winifred Holtby
Age: 37 †
Born: 1898
Born: June 23
Died: 1935
Died: September 29
Author
Journalist
Novelist
Suffragette
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Rudston
East Riding of Yorkshire
Betrays
Betray
Enemy
Great
Time

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