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388 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1946

At the back of his mind, Ross was aware of the sound of wind rushing about in the distance. Once, when he glanced out of the bedroom window, his eyes confirmed that the swell had, in fact, quite broken up and the sea was stippled with white-lipped waves, which crossed and recrossed each other in confusion, running heedlessly, colliding, and breaking up into wisps of futile spray. The wind was as yet only gusty on the land, but here and there eddies rushed over the water, little winds, vicious and lost.






He was not a man who spoke his innermost feelings easily, but now he saw himself powerless to help her, and only words of his and not actions would give her aid. 'Nothing else matters but you,' he said. 'Remember that. All my relatives and friends - and Elizabeth, and this house and the mine... I'd throw them in the dust and you know it - you know it. If you don't know it, then all these months I've failed and no words I can give you now will make it otherwise. I love you, Demelza and we've had such happiness. And we're going to have it again. Take hold of that, my sweet. Hold it and keep it, for no one else can.'









He must do as he chose and she, at whatever disappointment, must accept it.and another female character says to her soon-to-be husband,
I'm willing to do whatever you say.My second gripe was Julia. Why do authors write baby characters that spend all of their time in a cot? Have said authors had children? Or ever been in the presence of a child? Julia was not a newborn during the entire book! We're supposed to care about her, I assume, but how can you care about a paper cut out? And a story becomes instantly unbelievable when main characters have kids and life continues as if nothing had happened. Maybe if the kids are locked in the nursery with nurse maids and only come out for a 5 minute showing before dinner... But in this case it just irritated me and pulled me out of the story.