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Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence. ( Chapter X - Dinah Visits Lisbeth )- Quote by George Eliot, from the novel " Adam Bede " released in the year 1859