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“There was deep truth in the fact that men spoke of Holy Mother Church, for the Church was the force of civilization and compassion among nations, just as women brought mercy and gentleness to men.”

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Mary Jo Putney
Mary Jo Putney

Mary Jo Putney is an American historical fiction author born in 1946. Her works, set in 18th-century England, blend elements of love, adventure, and suspense, and have gained her a dedicated following. more

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