„You know what I think? Fate! That's what it is fate! There's a thing that comes after a fellow:got a name, but I forgot what it is. Creeps up behind him, and puts him in the basket when he ain't expecting it.“

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British historical romance and detective fiction novelist 1902 - 1974

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