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“He tried to remember her as a thin little urchin trailing across the fields with Garrick behind her. But that was no use at all. The urchin was gone forever. It was not beauty she had grown overnight but the appeal of youth, which was beauty in its own right.”
― Winston Graham, Ross Poldark

“Don't say I'm lucky. Ever.”
― Faith Erin Hicks, The Nameless City