My friend’s wiry arms were around me and he was leading me to the chair.”You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake say that you’re not hurt!”It was worth a wound -it was worth many wounds-...
—Arthur Conan Doyle
Your father may never have produced one of those stuffy tomes we call great literature, but he left the world a substantial collection of delightful adventure stories.
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