Had she but turned back then, and looked out once more on to the rose-lit garden, she would have seen that which would have made her own sufferings seem but light and easy to bear–a strong man, overwhelmed with his own passion and his own despair. Pride had given way at last, obstinacy was gone: the will was powerless. He was but a man madly, blindly, passionately in love, and as soon as her light footstep had died away within the house, he knelt down upon the terrace steps, and in the very madness of his love, he kissed one by one the places where her small foot had trodden, and the stone balustrade there, where her tiny hand had rested last.
The Scarlet Pimpernel
I’m not sure which book to blame for my fascination with history, but this one is certainly on the list. Intrigue, mystery, spies, passionate love, and the French Revolution all combine into a fascinating tale I have re-read many times over. Highly recommended! I have attached a line that is still one of the most beautiful passages I have ever read. I never cease to be moved in this scene. BTW, there is an excellent movie-adaptation, definitely worth watching but only after reading the book!