It is hardly possible to build anything if frustration, bitterness and a mood of helplessness prevail.

there will come a day when this war shall end and we will have the sunlight on our faces again.

In spite of the knowledge that there were any ways in which I could fail, I had taken the first step.

Jerott, his face frowning with sleeplessness, was looking at Richard, this powerful man with the brilliant grey eyes who had not contemplated bereavement with stoicism but was rebelling, as Sybilla was not rebelling, against what he had found.

Written By Dorothy Dunnett

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