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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle 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.
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle The Stark Munro Letters — OAKLEY VILLAS, BIRCHESPOOL, 5th June… (1895)

I might have guarded without countering. Anyhow; it had the effect of ending an interview which was becoming oppressive. My visitor was too indignant to answer, and swept out of the room without a word. From my window I could see him hurry down the street, a little black angry thing, very hot and troubled because he cannot measure the whole universe with his pocket square and compasses.
Think of it, and think of what he is, an atom among atoms, standing at the meeting point of two eternities! But what am I, a brother atom, that I should judge him?
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle The Stark Munro Letters — OAKLEY VILLAS, BIRCHESPOOL, 5th June… (1895)

I confess, in my own case, that my sympathy is as strong when I think of His weaknesses as of His wisdom and His virtue. They come more home to me, I suppose, since I am weak myself."
"Perhaps you would be good enough to tell me what has impressed you as weak in His conduct?" asked my visitor stiffly.
"Well, the more human traits--`weak' is hardly the word I should have used.
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