1
Good night, my lord.” The words were pronounced in her most withering tone. By contrast, he remained quite alarmingly unwithered long after she left.Christina Brooke
2
A gentleman can’t let a lady sleep in an armchair while he takes his ease in a bed.”“ But you are not a gentleman, ” she pointed out. “You are the greatest scoundrel in all the land.” He tilted his head to consider that. “All right. You take the chair.Christina Brooke
3
She narrowed her gaze. “I don’t trust you to keep your eyes closed.”“ Smart woman, ” he said. “I wouldn’t trust me, either, if I were you.Christina Brooke
4
I only hope I may not be ruined, ” she was saying miserably. “I should be obliged to marry you after all, and then I’d likely murder you before the wedding breakfast was over.Christina Brooke
5
Keep your hands off me.” She spoke viciously, through her teeth, and he caught a glimpse of her de Vere ancestry. She was a virago in tiny, fragile, fairy form.Christina Brooke