Ralph Stock, Incidentally Agnes (1925)
“ It was an ugly thought, a poisoned dart out of the jungle of Strode's mind, biting deep. He could not extract it. Agnes was still regarding him with her curiously penetrating gaze, and slowly consuming chocolates. "You think too much," she said judicially. "It don't do. You get stale for ever thinking round the same thing. It comes in time so that you don't see nothing else, and you miss things." ”
