Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton, The Parisians — Volume 08
“ Perhaps there is no country in which the love of parent and child, especially of father and daughter, is so strong as it is in France; even in the most arid soil, among the avaricious, even among the profligate, it forces itself into flower. Other loves fade away: in the heart of the true Frenchman that parent love blooms to the last. Valerie felt the presence of that love as a divine protecting guardianship. She sank on her knees and covered his hand with grateful kisses."Do not torture yourself, my child, with jealous fears of the fair Italian. ”
