Baroness Orczy,
A Son of the People — Chapter 17
(1913)
“ Bideskúty had rested his elbow on the table, and hidden his face in his hands, so that the peasant could not see how deeply he felt his present position, how humbled he really was in his pride at being so absolutely bounden to one beneath him, to one who was quietly giving him the most serious lesson, he had ever had in his life. He felt very like a chidden child, still obstinately shutting his eyes to the fact that nothing but his own folly, had brought him to the verge of ruin, and looking on all his misfortunes as the relentless hand of fate. ”
