Good night.' Diana summoned all the dignity that she could manage in her bedraggled state and began to move back up the beach. Her dress was soaked and her stockings dotted with sand and her heart cou...
Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl's time.
She was a vision in a white gown her dark hair forming a hazy halo around her rosy heart-shaped face. Her long lashes fluttered to touch her cheeks and then her eyes opened fully in his direction. Her...
It occurred to him, for the first time, that it did unflattering things to a person when affection was taken away from them. For there had been a time when she had seemed gorgeous, and fun, and all of...
It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer. Everything fades: the shimmer of gold over White Cove; the laughter in the night air; the lavender early morning light on t...
Elizabeth who was only partially visible to her stared out the window very much awake as though she were contemplating the end of man.
It's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.
That was how the heroine of a book would play it and Diana was still writing her own story the best heroines she'd always believed took their fate into their own hands.
Ah well that I can't tell you." Diana ducked her head so that the brim of her bonnet covered her face. "Some things must remain a mystery and for now I think I'll keep my opinion of you and your compl...
She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.
She had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.
We have glimpsed in it the future of high society: wealth without class.
Travel always excited her--the strong and unfamiliar smells, the movement, the anxiety of arrival and departure times, she shouting of conductors, the idea of her tired old self changed by ever new su...
Always stay sharp on railways and cruise ships for transit has a way of making everything clear.
They were all dressed in their finest as though life really were some magical stage play in which every moment ought to be illuminated with its own bright spotlight.
A man is made in the rough-and-tumble of the world a lady emerges from the flossy back rooms of her own imagination.
Living too much in one's head can be dangerous.
She thought of Henry and Diana on the stoop gazing at each other with the confusion and sadness of two puppies who have just stumbled into their first puddle and not yet come to understand what has ha...
The world is such a marvel-it gave you trials, but if you were still and concentrated, if you tried to do the right thing, it always provided you with salvation.
Her heart the damned thing had begun to race and she only hoped that the rapid inflation and deflation of her chest wasn't visible beneath her fitted bodice.
