Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.
Baroness OrczyNow, when their glances met, they understood one another. The power that lay within both their souls had met, and, as it were, clasped hands. They accepted one another's sacrifice. Hers, mayhap, was the more complete of the two, because for her his absence would mean weary waiting, the dull heartache so terrible to bear.
Baroness OrczyIn the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.
Baroness Orczy