The Spoils of Poynton (Electronic book text)

I'll give up the house if they'll let me take what I require! -- that, on the morrow, was what Mrs Gereth's stifled night had qualified her to say with a tragic face at breakfast. Fleda reflected that what she 'required' was simply every object that surrounded them. The poor woman would have admitted this truth and accepted the conclusion to be drawn from it, the reduction to the absurd of her attitude, the exaltation of her revolt.