Clouds of Witness - Dorothy L. Sayers

"One moment," said Mary. "Mr Goyles, here is the ring you gave me. When next you make a public speech calling for decisive action I will come and applaud it. You speak so well about that sort of thing. But otherwise, I think we had better not meet again."

"Of course," said the young man bitterly, "your people have forced me into this position, and you turnround and sneer at me too."

"I didn´t mind thinking you were a murderer," said Lady Mary spitefully, "but I do mind your being such an ass."


You go girl!


I adore the Wimsey clan.