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“Between himself and her there was that kind of division which is more insurmountable than enmity; for estrangements produced by good judgment will last when those of feeling break down in smiles. Not the lovers who part in passion, but the lovers who part in friendship, are those who most frequently part forever.”

Quote by Thomas Hardy

Work

The Hand Of Ethelberta

This novel delves into the life of Ethelberta, a young woman from a lower-class background, as she navigates the complexities of Victorian society. The story follows her journey as she seeks to improve her station in life and grapples with the challenges of love, ambition, and societal expectations. more

Author

Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy, a British novelist born on June 2, 1840, and died on January 11, 1928, is renowned for his novels that depict rural life, reflecting the social changes in 19th-century England. His works often carry a sense of pessimism, depicting the fates of characters with sympathy. more

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