Eliza Margaret Jane Humphreys

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Eliza Margaret Jane Humphreys Good Mrs Hypocrite — Chapter 11 (1897)

There is no tyrant so merciless as the slave who has thrown off his shackles to mount to power, and, after a long experience of servitude to others, Catherine Macpherson could not sufficiently revel in the delights of ruling in her turn.
For any one in the house to express a wish was quite enough to make her object to it. As "constant dropping wears away a stone," so did the "dropping" of her tongue and the nagging of her temper wear and fret her brother's very life. But he was not strong enough to resist her, and he never dreamt of complaining to his daughter.
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Eliza Margaret Jane Humphreys Good Mrs Hypocrite — Chapter 11 (1897)

Margaret Weimar went up to her room that night feeling that she had never in all her life hitherto recognized what discomfort and inhospitality really amounted to. She crept shivering into her cold bed, and laid her head on the chilly linen pillow- case, and finally cried herself to sleep like a cowed and miserable child. She could not even take any comfort from the thought of the morrow, and the prospect of seeing her father. She felt instinctively that he would prove but a reed in the hand of Aunt Macpherson, her echo and mouth-piece.
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Eliza Margaret Jane Humphreys Good Mrs Hypocrite — Chapter 11 (1897)

Tibbie Minch had been forbidden to light a fire in the spare room, and Catherine had made it as stiff and forbidding a chamber as her own vivid recollections of Barnes and the institute permitted. She had nailed texts about the walls, hung stiff white curtains at the window, and removed the pretty portieres and draperies and dressing-table ornaments. Anything more comfortless than it looked to a tired traveler coming from the horrors of a channel-crossing and a cold railway journey, could not well be imagined.
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