As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.


She stoops to conquer: or, the mistakes of a night... The second edition (ed. 1773)


As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.