I Am Not Proud, But I Am

It Was Like The Eve Of A Battle; The Hearts Beat, The Eyes Laughed, And They Felft That The Life They Were Perhaps Going To Lose, Was After All, A Good Thing.

Kitty: I Thought Your Ladyship Was Ill. I Wanted To Help You. Lady Dewinter: I Ill? Do You Take Me For A Weak Woman? When I Am Insulted I Do Not Feel Ill - I Avenge Myself. Do You Hear?

Women Are Never So Strong As After Their Defeat.

Now I'd Like Someone To Tell Me There Is No Drama In Real Life!

In Prosperity Prayers Seem But A Mere Medley Of Words, Until Misfortune Comes And The Unhappy Sufferer First Understands The Meaning Of The Sublime Language In Which He Invokes The Pity Of Heaven!