Baroness Emmuska Orczy Orczy, Pimpernel and Rosemary
“ Rosemary took the papers, and with them Elza's hands, which she raised to her lips. She could not speak for the moment, she could only kiss those soft, white hands, which, with sublime heroism, were sacrificing an idolised son for an abstract idea of humanity and justice. "Elza," she murmured at last, "have you thought of everything—of Maurus—of Anna's mother?" "Anna," Elza replied softly, "has linked her fate with Philip's. Her mother is a hard woman, but she would not be a traitor to her own people. ”
