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Kate had dressed for battle, donning her finest pink muslin morning dress. With lace at her wrists and mother-of-pearl buttons at her throat, instead of that itchy servant's cloak, she felt capable of matching wits with anyone.
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took Amanda’s hand. “Sisters,” she repeated. “I walked away from you years ago. I’ll be damned if I let you stand alone today.
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Men touch their horses to calm them,” she said distantly. “They caress their falcons to remind them that they are bound. Touch smacks of ownership, and I am weary of being a possession.
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He snorted. “Are you lying to me, Miss Marshall?” “Of course I am.” She smiled at him. “I thought it would put you at ease.
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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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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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“I am small,” she said, “but mighty.
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Friendship was a concept men bandied about to save face when they were rejected.
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“You matter," she whispered to him. "You are important. And you are the single most magnificent man I have ever had the honor of meeting.
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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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All soldiers dreamed of armistice, after all.
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He’d fallen a little bit in love with her the moment she’d said his name as if it had value.
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Then I’ll have to succeed three times as hard as they want me to fail. You, of all people, should understand that.
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But the Duke of Clermont was smiling and cheerful, and he’d thrown it out there as if it were merely one more fact to be recounted. The weather is lovely. The streets are paved with cobblestone. Your tits are magnificent.
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I fear that one day I will no longer understand desperation, and with that, I will slowly stop listening to what others have to say.
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“Violet,” he said. “How could I say I loved you and expect you to do something you didn’t want?
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Truths designed to mislead are just as bad as lies.
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“Let me take you home,” he said. “I can make my own way.” “I know. Let me take you anyway.”
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I think we may have started this conversation off on the wrong foot," Robert said finally. In fact, if the conversation had been animate, the merciful thing to do would have been to take it out behind the barn and shoot it.
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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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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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It was like coming home to a place that he held dear and finding that the wood had burnt to the ground and the house was in ruins.
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She received his note not two minutes later. She opened it, her heart pounding. But there were only two words on the paper. Marry me.
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One could push a pack of truths together to make one despicable falsehood.
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