Georgette Heyer Quote
It must have been-hell! Merivale said.Just so, bowed his Grace. It was the very worst kind of hell, as I know.The wonder is that she has come through it unscathed.The hazel eyes lifted.Not quite unscathed, my dear Anthony. Those years have left their mark.It were inevitable, I suppose. But I confess I have not seen the mark.Possibly not. You see the roguery, and the dauntless spirit.And you? Merivale watched him curiously.Oh, I see beneath, my dear! But then, I have had experience of the sex, as you know.And you see-what?A certain cynicism, born of the life she has led; a streak of strange wisdom; the wistfulness behind the gaiety; sometimes fear; and nearly always the memory of loneliness that hurts the soul.
It must have been-hell! Merivale said.Just so, bowed his Grace. It was the very worst kind of hell, as I know.The wonder is that she has come through it unscathed.The hazel eyes lifted.Not quite unscathed, my dear Anthony. Those years have left their mark.It were inevitable, I suppose. But I confess I have not seen the mark.Possibly not. You see the roguery, and the dauntless spirit.And you? Merivale watched him curiously.Oh, I see beneath, my dear! But then, I have had experience of the sex, as you know.And you see-what?A certain cynicism, born of the life she has led; a streak of strange wisdom; the wistfulness behind the gaiety; sometimes fear; and nearly always the memory of loneliness that hurts the soul.