Bernard Capes, Bag and Baggage — An Anonymous Letter (1913)
“ Miss Watchett, after delivering her fiat, stood panting a little, as if overcome by, or ashamed of, her own vehemence; Miss Normanby, who had said little in her personal defence, remained pale but composed. It was the man whose heart was blazing in a fume of indignation. Now there are within us certain germs which, though living, only awaken and become active in the shock of unforeseen accident. In the same way an emotion, failing its particular provocation, may lie dormant in us for years or for ever. ”
