Arthur Conan Doyle,
The Stark Munro Letters — OAKLEY VILLAS, BIRCHESPOOL, 5th June…
(1895)
“ I tell you, Bertie, the tears started to my eyes, and I could hardly gulp out a word or two of thanks. What a crisscross of qualities in one human soul! It was not the deed or the words; but it was the almost womanly look in the eyes of this broken, drink-sodden old Bohemian--the sympathy and the craving for sympathy which I read there. ”
