“I remember thinking with a queer detached portion of my mind that here was someone wringing her hands. One reads about it… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“The car whispered up the slope and nosed quietly out above the trees. He was driving like a careful insult.” — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“The street lamps glowed like ripe oranges among the bare boughs. Below in the wet street their globes glimmered down and down,… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“...kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams.” — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
