You are absolutely beautiful, " Anne said. "But if you see yourself, you'll want to pin your hair back like a shepherdess in a bad play."( Eleanor) "Are you saying that I normally look as if I'm tending sheep? With straw in my hair? As if I might yodel?
For every woman, there is that one man who could get her to go anywhere he wanted her to go, do anything he wanted her to do–reach into her soul and turn her whole world on its ear–challenge everything she thought she believed. Highlighted by...
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Lenore Wolfe
.. . if you can't see the good man he is, you need to unscrew them eyeballs of yours and try on a different pair.
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Karen Witemeyer
I want to talk to you. I want to listen to you. I want to walk with you and, yes, I want you in my bed. That's what I want today. That's what I'll want in a hundred years. If you promise to be my...
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Christina Dodd
He wants a fifteen thousand pound settlement."" Fifteen thousand! "" He says you're a great deal of trouble." She hesitated for one startled moment before choking back a laugh." I am."" I thought so." He leveled Drew a look. "If I pay you the fifteen...
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Deeanne Gist
I intend to marry Michael, and squander all his money and run his life, and make sure he never again consorts with wicked women or gambles with licentious men. I promise I will henpeck him until he has no life beyond what I allow him,...
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Christina Dodd
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I love you, " he said, his voice catching. "When I thought you were going to die, I wanted to die.
Neythen looked perplexed. 'My mum always said I'm named after a saint, not an illness.'' Which one?'' Well he had his head chopped off, see? And then he picked it up and carried it down the road a time. All the way back home, I...
Piers looked up at him. 'You're new. What's your name?' 'Neythen, my lord.'' Sounds like a terrible illness. No, more like a bowel problem. I'm sorry, Lord Sandys, your son has contracted neythen and won't live a month. No, no, there's nothing I can do....
A fit encomium for marital bliss, " Beaumont said, putting down his knife and fork. "Dancing to a tune one neither likes nor understands, with a partner who thinks you a cadaver.
They were partners. She would always make impulsive decisions and he would make slow, reasoned ones. He would always be a little terrified that she would look at him with the scorn he saw in his mother's eyes. And she would always be a little...
