Nature is all very well in her place, but she must not be allowed to make things untidy.
Stella GibbonsHe was, she reflected, almost rudely like a tortoise; and she was glad her friend kept none as pets or they might have suspected mockery.
Stella GibbonsShe liked Victorian novels. They were the only kind of novel you could read while eating an apple.
Stella GibbonsLike all really strong-minded women, on whom everybody flops, she adored being bossed about. It was so restful.
Stella GibbonsDawn crept over the Downs like a sinister white animal, followed by the snarling cries of a wind eating its way between the black boughs of the thorns. The wind was the furious voice of this sluggish animal light that was baring the dormers and mullions and scullions of Cold Comfort Farm.
Stella Gibbons