(..)and yet, though desirous to be gone, she could not quit the Mansion House, or look an adieu to the Cottage, with its black, dripping, and comfortless verandah, or even notice through the misty glasses the last humble tenements of the village, without a saddened heart.
{{quote-book|year=1922|author=w:Michael Arlen|Michael Arlen|title=“Piracy”: A Romantic Chronicle of These Days|chapter=3/7/2|url=http://openlibrary.org/works/OL1519647W