The Pillars Of The House, Or, Under Wode, Under Rode — Charlotte M. Yonge / C.M. Yonge

There are limits to human endurance, and Tom and I have overpassed each other's. I don't blame him, poor man; he wanted raw material to serve as an importer of hides and tallow, but you, the genuine article, were bespoken, and my father was not in a state for the pleading of personal predilections.'