“The mob is a sort of bear; while your ring is through its nose, it will even dance under your cudgel; but should the ring slip, and you lose your hold, the brute will turn and rend you.Quote by Jane PorterTopics: Quotes about Jane PorterShare on:FacebookPinterestWhatsApp
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