Winston Churchill, Richard Carvel — Volume 08
“ Even my voice sounded in the distance as I continued:"Will you be the mistress of Carvel Hall, Dorothy? Hallowed is the day that I can ask it."What of this earth may excel in sweetness the surrender of that proud and noble nature! And her words, my dears, shall be sacred to you, too, who are descended from her. She bent forward a little, those deep blue eyes gazing full into my own with a fondness to make me tremble."Dear Richard," she said, "I believe I have loved you always. If I have been wilful and wicked, I have suffered more than you know—even as I have made you suffer." ”
