“If this were fiction, could even the most brilliant novelist contrive to make credible so short a period in which pride had been subdued and prejudice overcome?”
(Requested by khuzdith)
When Mr. Thornton had left the house that morning he was almost blinded by his baffled passion. […]He had positive bodily pain,—a violent headache, and a throbbing intermittent pulse. He called himself a fool for suffering so.