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“The moment was all we truly had: a succession of moments, a triumphal march of them, to create a life beyond compare.”

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Margaret George
Margaret George

Margaret George is a renowned British historian, born on January 19, 1943. She is known for her research on British historical figures, particularly her biographies of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth II. more

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