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"I’ve escaped from the dreadful clutches of a nap,” she announced to the road.
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You see, I'm not some shiny bauble to be strung onto a necklace and displayed for all the world to see. I'm too proud to ever be anyone's conquest.
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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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The vicar gave him permission and he kissed her - not hard, for lust, nor long, for love, but a light brush of his lips for the brief space of time that she would stay in his life.
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I spent my day as I normally spend my days: threatening suppliers, bullying those who are not in line with my expectations, and generally creating havoc in the lives of others. The square across the street is empty of all but the pigeons. I find myself resenting them.
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I’m going to explode,” she muttered. “Into a cloud of dust and despair.
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She smiled. He’d joked once that he feared her gown might be contagious, but it was her smile that was catching. It caught him now. He felt hooked by it, no desire to do anything except smile back at her.
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The only thing worse than an unlovable woman was an unlovable woman who whined about not being loved.
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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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Under any other circumstances, he’d have found himself stealing glances all evening. But looking at her was like picking up a luxurious peach and discovering it half taken over by mold.
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His Grace explained his choice of bride as follows: “Why would I take a conventional wife, when I could have an extraordinary one?
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He was nothing but a deep abyss of want, and only she could fill him. He didn’t want to turn at the sound of her voice. If he simply stared into the hydrangea for long enough…then he would be a coward. He turned to face the woman who could bring him to his knees.
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“Are you really left-handed?” Mr. Marshall asked. “No. I’ve just been pretending to use my left hand my entire life because I enjoy never being able to work scissors properly.
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His uncle had provided Adrian with some incredibly valuable lessons in how English society functioned. One of those lessons was that being married to the wrong person was worse than being dead.
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THERE WERE THREE SKILLS that Miss Emily Fairfield had found necessary in her current position in life: lying, smuggling, and - most important of all - scaling walls. It was the last she’d put to use at the moment.
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She looked like a woman talking about astronomical parallax, and that made her brilliantly beautiful.
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I’ve a goodly share of faults. I rush in, where I should tread carefully. I speak, where I should listen. But when I hear them sing, I don’t just hear a hymn. They’re singing to God because they haven’t found anyone else who will listen.
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The Bible got it wrong when it intimated that the valley contained the shadow of death. Death dwells in the high places.
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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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If it must be done, it's best done bravely.
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'We're all self-serving.' Camilla shrugged. 'It's just a matter of what we do to others in service of ourselves.
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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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Oh, thank God. It wasn’t the penis talk.
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He held her for a minute, then two, then three, simply holding her and committing to memory what he could not have in life.
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