"Friendship, if you know how to work it, is better than a cousin in Parliament."
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"On Friendship", in A Marcus Clarke Reader (1963)
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Marcus Clarke
Marcus Andrew Hislop Clarke FRSA (24 April 1846 – 2 August 1881) was an English-born Australian novelist, journalist, poet, editor, librarian, and playwright. He is best known for his 1874 novel ', about the convict system in Australia, and widely regarded as a classic of Australian literature. It has been adapted into many plays, films and a folk opera.
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