| Quote | Author | Source | Email Quote |
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| A fine horse or a beautiful woman, I cannot look at them unmoved, even now when seventy winters have chilled my blood. | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Crime of The Brigadier |  |
| Chance is a woman, my friends, and she has her eye always upon a gallant Hussar. | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Crime of The Brigadier |  |
| There was a lady at Santarem--but my lips are sealed. It is the part of a gallant man to say nothing, though he may indicate that he could say a great deal. | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Crime of The Brigadier |  |