Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman
me, try to imagine the “mentality” of Spenworth and Brackenbury? The sister-in-law of one, the sister of the other; casting about in her resourceful mind to discover any means of softening their hard hearts; clapping hand to forehead; exclaiming “I have it!”; retiring to bed; summoning the relations; making frantic appeal; exacting death-bed promises. . .
Truly honestly, I don’t think we have come to that yet. . .
And those two men have an hereditary right. . . Thank goodness, neither of them knows where the House of Lords is! There are moments when I feel very nearly a radical. . .
But you agree that they are hardly the people I should wish to discuss my operation with. And whatever I have said to you has of course been said in confidence.
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