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She wagged a finger at him. “You’re mispronouncing that word.” “Your pardon?” He groped, trying to remember what he’d said. “Suffragette? How does one pronounce it, then?” “Suffragette,” she said, “is pronounced with an exclamation point at the end. Like this: ‘Huzzah! Suffragettes!
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Over the years, everyone stumbles. That's why I'll be here for you — and you'll be there for me. I don't expect perfection. I want you, and you're a thousand times better.
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He wasn't sure what he was saying, either, but he felt as if he were slipping into some dangerous world - one where answers ceased to be easy.
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I’m going to explode,” she muttered. “Into a cloud of dust and despair.
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Good thing he’s not your boyfriend, though, Tina. He’s so skinny, I think a condom would pop right off.
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She felt like a juggler tossing torches into the air. The circus-master kept throwing more in. Sooner or later, one would fall, and the life she'd built would burn to cinders.
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Burn that one to the ground, Violet, and dance on the ashes. And damn anyone who tells you it’s selfish to do so.
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There is no such thing as a fallen woman - you just need to look for the man who pushed her.
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I had to outrun the person you all believed me to be.
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Miss Fairfield had a gift for taking a beautiful concept and then marring it beyond all recognition.
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Damn you, knowledge! Ruining everything good, once again. Learning things is most inconvenient.
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This wasn’t a case of gilding the lily. If there was a lily underneath all that, it had long since been crushed to a pulp. The party stopped in its tracks as she took off her cloak, frozen in wordless contemplation of a wardrobe that made the word “gaudy” sound sweet and demure by contrast.
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An unreadable response was heaps better than an unprintable one.
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“Distressed sighs!” Robert protested. “Not once did I stoop to distressed sighs! I might have emitted a manly huff of oppression.
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For one thing, she was fairly certain that any sentence that used more exclamation points than words was an abomination.
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Some servent with no sense of the symbolic had kept the hinges well-oiled during the years of his absence, as if their marital life had merely been cast into temporary abeyance.
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His past followed him around as faithfully as his shadow.
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For everyone who has carried water in thimbles and teaspoons throughout the centuries. And for all those who continue to do so. For as many centuries as it takes.
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"Work your way on to number twelve,” she snapped. “Number eleven wants nothing more to do with you.
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She walked away from him with swift, sure strides, as if she knew her destination. As if it had nothing to do with him.
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She’d make a rude noise
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Forty-nine is extremely young. If forty-nine is not young, that would make me old, and I am not old. I have reached the age of maturity to which all humans must particularly aspire; to dismiss this pinnacle of perfection as old age is to demean all of humankind.
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Anything is bearable if you can fight it, but if you must sit back and take it… That breaks you in a way I can’t explain.”
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He wanted her to lift her head at this moment. He wanted her to look him in the eyes and realize that he loved her. He wanted her to love him back.
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