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367 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1955
“With the aid of the baluster-rail and Mr Goring's stalwart arm she arrived, panting but triumphant, on the first floor, and paused to take breath. Observing that Lybster was about to throw open the door into the drawing room she stopped him by the simple expedient of grasping his sleeve. Affronted, he gazed at her with much hauteur, and said in freezing accents: "Madam?"
"Looby!" enunciated Mrs Floore, between gasps. "You wait! Trying to push me in - like a landed salmon!�
It was natural to [Serena] to command; she had reigned over her father's household to admiration, triumphantly confuting the older ladies who had considered her too young to succeed in such a charge.
"The very thought of Ivo's holding my purse strings to the day of his death, or mine, is enough to send me into strong convulsions!"
“Live where you choose! It’s all one to me. Have you anything more to say?�
‘No, I have not, and I should be very happy to think I need never say another word to you for as long as I live � and of all things in the world there is nothing � nothing � so abominable, and contemptible, and cowardly, and ungentlemanly as persons who walk out of the room when one is addressing them!�
[Ivo] had opened the door, but at that, he burst out laughing and shut it again. "Very well! But I warn you I shall give as good as I get!"
"You frighten many people, my lord. It has sometimes seemed to me that when your black mood is on you it is your wish to frighten people. But I am sure I don't know why, for you can never tolerate anyone who fears you."
Rotherham looked up quickly, a reluctant laugh escaping him. "True! ... Wilton, I have a considerable regard for you, but you have not the power to make me change my mind."
"I know that, my lord," Wilton said. "There was only one person who ever had that power."
'I am not picking a quarrel. It would surprise you, I daresay, if I told you that I rarely quarrel with anyone but yourself.'
'Ah, that's because very few people have the courage to pick up the gauntlet!' she said, smiling.
'An amiable portrait you draw!'
'But a speaking likeness!'