Quotes from Marie Belloc Lowndes

There are certain winter days when bed and bath seem to be the only two tolerable places in the world.

Absence does make the heart grow fonder—at first, at any rate. Mrs. Bunting was well aware of that. During the long course of hers and Bunting's mild courting, they'd been separated for about three months, and it was that three months which had made up her mind for her. She had got so used to Bunting that she couldn't do without him, and she had felt—oddest fact of all—acutely, miserably jealous.

even the most commonplace man knows a great deal more concerning any fellow-man than does even the cleverest, shrewdest woman.

For one thing she [Alice Hayward] possessed that passionate love of abstract justice which has become more a woman's than a man's trait, in our modern civilisation.

Of course, she [Alice Hayward] was right. She always was right, though now and again she suspected, with a touch of exasperation, that John didn't always think so. But he generally let her have her own way, and that, after all, is what matters to a wife, especially is she loves her husband as much as she, Alice, loved her John.

his [Mark Scrutton's] was the intelligent and selfless tenderness that is ever seeking to promote the comfort and well-being of the beloved.

He [Colonel George Scrutton] always, like the wise man a hard life had made him, allowed trouble to come to him, instead of hastening to meet it, as is a woman's way.

Laura smiled a little wanly in the twilight. Far more afraid of flesh and blood than ghosts, she murmured.