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Was it hardness, was it selfishness, that she should ask me to risk my life for her own glorification? Such thoughts may come to middle age but never to ardent three-and-twenty in the fever of his first love.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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Arthur Conan Doyle
Age: 71 †
Born: 1859
Born: May 22
Died: 1930
Died: July 7
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Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle
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