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“... ja minä joka olisin halunnut kärsiä mitä hyvänsä tämän naisen vuoksi, pelkäsin että hän hyväksyisi minut liian nopeasti ja soisi minulle liian helposti rakkautensa, jonka olisin tahtonut lunastaa pitkällä odotuksella tai suurella uhrilla. (Armand Duval)”

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Book:La dame aux camélias
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La dame aux camélias

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Alexandre Dumas-fils
Alexandre Dumas-fils

Alexandre Dumas-fils, born on July 27, 1824, and died on November 27, 1895, was a renowned French novelist, famous for his historical novels and adventure stories. more

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