Well--there it was, and the fault was doubtless neither hers nor his, but that of the world they had grown up in, of their own moral contempt for it and physical dependence on it, of his half-talents and her half-principles, of the something in them both that was not stout enough to resist nor yet pliant enough to yield.
Edith WhartonAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: January 24, 1862
- Died: August 11, 1937
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