My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.


Helen Graham (Ch.XXII : Traits of Friendship) - The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1848)


My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.

My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.

My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.

My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.