“Pride, she thought drearily, was a cold bedfellow.”
“I pledged to make this marriage. Now it is a matter of honor.""Honor is a cold bedfellow.”
“…sorrow was always the bedfellow of depravity.”
“Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows”
“Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.”
“Don’t be afraid,” she said, coldly, “ as far as love may go she may be worthy of you. It must have taken a good deal to overcome her pride. Don’t be afraid, John.”