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Quote by Mary Cholmondeley

“No one ever yet was the poorer in the long run for having once in a lifetime, let out all the length of all the reins.”

Quote by Mary Cholmondeley

Book:Red Pottage

Work

Red Pottage is a 19th-century novel that delves into the complexities of romance and the societal strata of its time. The story follows the lives of its characters as they navigate love, ambition, and the expectations of their social standing. more

Author

Mary Cholmondeley

Mary Cholmondeley (1859-1925) was an English novelist known for her intricate psychological portrayals and profound social insights. Her works primarily depicted the lives of the middle class in England during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. more

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