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318 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1918
Mrs. Mosscrop-Smythe was Miss Wangle's toady; but she wrapped her venom in Christian charity, thus making herself the more dangerous of the two.Patricia's run-ins with her formidable aunt:
"Well, Aunt Adelaide," she continued, turning to Miss Brent, "this is an unexpected pleasure. How is it you are dissipating in town?"On the minus side are occasional grating statements about the sexes; typical for a hundred years ago, but still (example: "Bowen had not mentioned where he intended to take her, and Patricia was glad. She was essentially feminine, and liked having things decided for her, the more so as she invariably had to decide for herself."). My biggest issue was that Patricia's stubbornness and pride were really tiresome after a while, especially when she sometimes gets mean-spirited about it. The whole plot rests on her resisting a romance with a fantastic guy who's head over heels for her, and it just got old.
"I want to speak to you, Patricia. Is there a quiet corner where we shall not be overheard?" Miss Wangle started, Mrs. Craske-Morton rose hurriedly and made for the door. Mrs. Mosscrop-Smythe looked uncomfortable. Miss Brent's directness was a thing dreaded by all who knew her.
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"Where did I meet him, Aunt Adelaide?" she remarked indifferently. "Oh! I picked him up in a restaurant; he looked nice."
"Patricia, how dare you say such a thing before me." A slight flush mantled Miss Brent's sallow cheeks. All the proprieties, all the chastities and all the moralities banked up behind her in moral support.
Circumstances might alter, thrones totter, but Miss Brent's decisions would remain unshaken
"we women are all as unreasonable as the Income Tax"
She put her cool hands to her hot cheeks, wondering why her heart should show so little regard for her feelings
