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Miles Franklin
Miles Franklin (1879–1954) was an influential Australian writer and feminist best known for her novel "My Brilliant Career" (1901), which vividly portrays the struggles of a young woman aspiring to break free from societal expectations. Born Stella Maria Sarah Miles Franklin, she used the pen name "Miles Franklin" to conceal her gender in the male-dominated literary world. Throughout her life, Franklin was deeply involved in both the women's suffrage movement and Australian literary culture. In her honor, the prestigious Miles Franklin Literary Award was established in 1957 to support Australian authors and literature.
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CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember "Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me'll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain!Boo, hoo!" "Come, come, now. Daddy's little mate isn't going to turn Turk like that, is she? I'll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don't cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! You'll make old Dart buck if you kick up a row...
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CLAY'S. The summer sun streamed meltingly down on the asphalted siding of the country railway station and occasioned the usual grumbling from the passengers alighting from the afternoon express. There were only three who effect this narrative—a huge, red-faced, barrel-like figure that might have served to erect as a monument to the over-feeding in vogue in this era; a tall, spare, old fellow...
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