unrebuffable

Updated: May 12, 2025

"Don't you want to talk to her, darling boy?" his mother persisted, half out of breath, but still full of that unrebuffable, loving energy and insistence which she would probably keep to the last minute of her life. "No," said the Crusader, still in those empty, listless tones. "I'd rather not talk. I'm tired." His mother seemed not at all put out. "Of course, darling," she said, kissing him.

Margaret Widdemer - The Rose-Garden Husband