L. T. Meade and Robert Eustace, Stories of the Gold Star Line… (1898)
“ It is the bitterest pill of my whole life. I have got to swallow it, and, by God! I cannot smile over the thing. If it were only my happiness it would not greatly matter, but she is miserable, too." "I am afraid she is," I replied; "there is no doubt whatever that she loves you and has not the smallest affection for that scoundrel Rucher." "Then why, in the name of everything sacred, does she marry him? If I were a girl I wouldn't give myself away to a brute of that sort." "She does it for her mother's sake." "That's just it, Conway, and that's where the pull is so hard. ”
