“All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.”
“Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.”
Denise Lovett in 1.07
Denise Lovett in 1.06
I looked with timorous joy towards a stately house: I saw a blackened ruin.
Denise Lovett in 1.04
Denise Lovett in 1.03