Ross Poldark (Poldark, #1)

by Winston Graham

Control the choler, Mr Poldark. An even temper helps the body to secrete the proper juices.’

But fear and fascination are yokefellows, oxen out of step but pulling in the same direction,

‘Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour

There was still that about the early hour which set it apart from men. At the back of all the chatter of the birds was the quietness of a world not yet awake.