The Window at the White Cat Quotes

“In my criminal work anything that wears skirts is a lady, until the law proves her otherwise. From the frayed and slovenly petticoats of the woman who owns a poultry stand in the market and who has grown wealthy by selling chickens at twelve ounces to the pound, or the silk sweep of Mamie Tracy, whose diamonds have been stolen down on the avenue...”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Window at the White Cat

“Her eyes filled.
"He forgot my birthday, two weeks ago," she said. "It was the first one he had ever forgotten, in nineteen of them."
Nineteen! Nineteen from thirty-five leaves sixteen!”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Window at the White Cat

“We broke up for the night about eleven. Mrs. Butler had come down for a while, and had even played a little, something of Tschaikovsky’s, a singing, plaintive theme that brought sadness back into Margery’s face, and made me think, for no reason, of a wet country road and a plodding, back-burdened peasant.”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Window at the White Cat - Illustrated