Gilbert Parker,
Michel and Angele — Chapter 12
(1900)
“ They were alone, and very like Elizabeth showed to this young refugee more of her own heart than any other woman had ever seen. Not by words, for she said naught; but once she stooped and kissed Angèle upon the cheek, and once her eyes filled up with tears, and they dropped upon her lap unheeded. All the devotion shown herself as a woman had come to naught, and it may be that this thought stirred in her, and she remembered how Essex and herself had parted, and how she was denied all those soft resources of regret which were the right of the meanest women in her realm. ”
