Tsitaadid raamatust «Burning Bright»

Dick Butterfield watched his daughter with the same appraising look he’d given Jem when he tried to find a stool. As easy-going as he appeared – lolling in his seat, buying drinks for people, smiling and nodding – he demanded a great deal from those he was with.

‘You are indeed a coward, sir, and a bully!’ he cried, his eyes blazing. ‘To do such a thing to a child! No, Kate,’ he growled at Mrs Blake, who had joined the circle of spectators and was now pulling at her husband’s arm. ‘No, I will not stand down to intimidation. Answer me, sir. Why have you shackled this innocent?’