She, too, had worn a mask in assuming a contempt for him, whilst, as a matter of fact, she completely misunderstood him

It does seem simple, doesn't it?' she said, with a final bitter attempt at flippancy, 'when you want to kill a chicken...you take hold of it...then you wring its neck...it's only the chicken who does not find it quite so simple. Now you hold a knife at my throat, and a hostage for my obedience...You find it simple...I don't

...but in every century, and ever since England has been what it is, an Englishman has always felt somewhat ashamed of his own emotion and of his own sympathy.

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

She said nothing, and Sir Andrew, too, was silent, yet those two young people understood one another, as young people have a way of doing all the world over, and have done since the world began.

Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.

A woman's heart is such a complex problem - the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.