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Had he but turned back then, and looked out once more on to the rose-lit garden, she would have seen that which would have made her own sufferings seem but light and easy to bear--a strong man, overwhelmed with his own passion and despair. Pride had given way at last, obstinacy was gone: the will was powerless. He was but a man madly, blindly, passionately in love and as soon as her light footstep had died away within the house, he knelt down upon the terrace steps, and in the very madness of his love he kissed one by one the places where her small foot had trodden, and the stone balustrade, where her tiny hand had rested last.Emmuska Orczy
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She looks very virtuous and very melancholy."" Virtue is like the precious odors, most fragrant when it is crushed.Emmuska Orczy
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The present is not so glorious but that I should wish to dwell a little in the past.Emmuska Orczy
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The moral crisis she'd just gone through made her feel indulgent toward the faults, the delinquencies of others. How thoroughly a human being can be buffeted and over-mastered by fate had been borne in upon her with appalling force.Emmuska Orczy
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Anonymity crowned him as if t'were the halo of romantic glory.Emmuska Orczy
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...and in repose one might have admired so fine a specimen of English manhood, until the foppish ways, the affected movements, the perpetual inane laugh, brought one's admiration of Sir Percy Blakeney to an abrupt close.Emmuska Orczy