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Portrait of Stephen McKenna Stephen McKenna The Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman… (1922)

One grows, indeed, to love one’s own vine and fig-tree, and the place was filled with associations. Did I ever tell you that the princess was good enough to say that, in coming there, she always felt she was coming home? . . . With Will gone, the place is a white elephant; and I cannot flatter myself that any little niche I may occupy makes me indispensable to the life of London. When people talk about inconsistency, they fancy a change in you, but it doesn’t occur to them that the world all round you may have changed.
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Portrait of Stephen McKenna Stephen McKenna The Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman… (1922)

Nothing that any of us can do for you both will be left undone; every penny that we can scrape together will be yours. As time goes on, you will learn how much money can do—and how little. All my life I have been scraping and pinching, pinching and scraping to provide for the happiness and comfort of my husband and son. You will have to do the same. Very few of us have enough for all we should like, and you will find that between husband and wife, when one has to yield, it is the wife who yields.
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Portrait of Stephen McKenna Stephen McKenna The Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman… (1922)

I have always said that I would not stir a finger to interfere with my boy Will, or any one else of that age, where the heart was concerned. They, for all their inexperience, must be the ultimate judges; the wisdom of instinct and so on and so forth. The responsibility on an outsider is too great even for advice; and the advice of a mother to the son who adores her. . . There is such a thing as having too much power put into one’s hands. I don’t say I’m right; but, if Will married a girl whom I considered the most unsuitable person in the world.
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