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The miracle was that he had been allowed to do a miracle. And ever, says Mallory, Sir Lancelot wept, as he had been a child that had been beaten.
T. H. White
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T. H. White
Age: 57 †
Born: 1906
Born: May 29
Died: 1964
Died: January 17
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Terence Hanbury White
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