How could such a pretty girl become known as the Hag, she wondered. It must be hateful to become old in face and body when you’re young at heart and … - James Clavell

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How could such a pretty girl become known as the Hag, she wondered. It must be hateful to become old in face and body when you’re young at heart and still strong and tough — so unfair for a woman.

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About James Clavell

James Clavell (born Charles Edmund Dumaresq Clavell; 10 October 1924 – 7 September 1994) was an Australian World War II veteran and POW, who became a novelist, screenwriter and director.

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Birth Name: Charles Edmund Dumaresq Clavell
Alternative Names: Charles Edmund Dumaresq du Clavelle

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