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Victorian-era, slow-burn murder mystery. Loving this!

much anticipated re-read. the biggest book of big book summer?

He possessed a fault common to those of high intelligence, which was that he tended to regard the gift of his intellect as a license of a kind, by whose rarefied authority he was protected, in all circumstances, from ever behaving ill. He considered his moral obligations to be of an altogether different class than those of lesser men, and so rarely felt shame or compunction, except in very general terms.

"There's another barbarism," she said. "Your temper."
"You've never seen my temper."
"Have I not?"
"Never. With you, I'm a civilized man."
"With whom are you uncivilized, one wonders."
"It's not a matter of with whom," he responded. "It's a matter of how far."