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DEEPING, George Warwick was born in 1877 in Southend, Essex. Son of George Davidson Deeping, Justice of the Peace, and Marianne Warwick.
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This book contains the three first novels written by British author Warwick Deeping. This early work is dominated by historical romances (his later novels can be seen as attempts at keeping alive the spirit of the Edwardian age). Deeping was one of the best selling authors of the 1920s and 1930s, with seven of his novels making the best-seller list. The novels in this volume are: UTHER AND IGRAINE LOVE AMONG THE RUINS THE SLANDERERS
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DEEPING, George Warwick was born in 1877 in Southend, Essex. Son of George Davidson Deeping, Justice of the Peace, and Marianne Warwick.
Studied at Merchant Taylors’ School. Trinity College, Cambridge. Bachelor of Arts 1S9S.
Master of Arts and Bachelor of Medicine 1902. Studied at Middlesex Hospital.
Practised as a doctor for a year. Abandoned medicine for literature. Author.
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Clubs: Whitefriars, New Vagabond.
Spouse 1904, Maude Phyllis,daughter of Captain Merrill, late of the Hussars.