“… the mansion behind its giant private fence of silver firs.”
“I suppose it is sentimental of me to think that a living deer is much handsomer than a dead one.”
“Duror noticed that in spite of the confidence in her voice the hand holding the telephone trembled… He guessed that within her was a struggle between her Christian sympathy for the weak-minded hunch-back and her pride as a patrician.”
“..if you [Duror] are convinced his reluctance is genuine, for whatever reason, just leave him in his tree to gather his cones.”
“they were to be like insects, not bees or ants which could sting and bite but tiny flies which could do no harm…”
“If she wants our help, let her come and ask for it… We could have perished in the storm, for all she cared.”
Lady R-C: “Graham, will you come with me?.. No, I was forgetting, Graham. You must be tired. Stay here and rest…”
“She could not pray. But she could weep; and as she wept pity, and purified hope, and joy, welled up in her heart.”
Neil about Lady R-C: “Does she think she can treat us like dirt one day, and the next order us about?”
Lady R-C: “To obey Christ by being humble must mean to betray her husband, and also, perhaps, to amuse her equals.”
“The door was flung open to the accompaniment of the loudest peal of thunder since the start of the storm.”