Harold Edward Bindloss,
The Greater Power — XVI: Acton's Warning
(1909)
“ Great cedars and pines and hemlocks rolled down to the water's edge, and the stretch of smooth green brine between them and the steamer flashed like a mirror."Well," she said, after a long pause, "I must admit that at first I was angry with you. Now"—and her eyes grew a bit scornful—"I am angry with Martial, instead. In fact, I think I shall wash my hands of him. I have no sympathy with a man who allows himself to be placed in a ludicrously painful position that reflects upon his friends.""Especially when he has the privilege of your particular favour," added Nasmyth.Mrs. Acton laughed. ”
