It was her world, this family, and she knew no other, had never perhaps known any other. All their little secrets, illnesses, engagements, and marriages, how they were getting on, and whether they were making money-all this was her property, her delight, her life; beyond this only a vague, shadowy mist of facts and persons of no real significance.
The Forsyte Saga: The Man Of Property
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John Galsworthy
