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The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands - we should only spoil it by trying to explain it.
Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Age: 64 †
Born: 1751
Born: October 30
Died: 1816
Died: July 7
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Richard Brinsley Butler Sheridan
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