: Parade's End: Sylvia's Speech
“Your brother refers to me as “that whore.” I haven’t had a man, Christopher, for five years and more. Not one. I haven’t let myself be kissed, or touched. Not once, not since Perowne. Potty Perowne! Can you see how I must have been feeling to go with a fool like Potty? I was not in my senses.
"I broke under your forbearance, your permanent well-mannered forgiveness for my doing the dirty on you when I married you, not knowing… still don’t know whether my child is yours or Gerald Drake’s.