[T]hey would ſay … that I had quarrell'd / My brother purpoſely, thereby to finde / An apt pretext, to baniſh them my houſe.

the French underground during World War II

Ye Nymphs of Solyma! begin the ſong: / To heav'nly themes ſublimer ſtrains belong.

It doesn’t seem reasonable that they should have thus comported themselves when they believed the lady was a poor, addle-pated, inferior, little creature, who wasn’t allowed to be educated, was understood to have no political significance, was weak and yielding and gratefully ready to throw herself upon the mercy of any good man’s protection—and then go and get bossy and brazen and cave-manny and crude in an age when he may at least seriously doubt her complete inferiority and significance.