“Grief she could not feel, for there had been too much bitterness between her mother and herself to leave in her heart any deep feeling of affection; and looking back on the girl she had been she knew that it… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“I know,” he said with sudden bitterness, “because your mother’s game is working after all. She is turning you against me.” “No,” said Louie. He looked at her pityingly, “No, I know you don’t know it, Looloo.” — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
