Grenville, brandy glass in hand, cool sangfroid in place, greeted us with a nod. Lord Gillis, may I present my friend, Captain Gabriel Lacey. Captain Lacey, Lord Gillis.
Sebastian
Stay. I nearly asked to see her again. Just to talk, I wanted to say. To talk to someone who enjoys listening.
Well as street vendors crying their wares. The mob had
At the wide wooden table, sharpening my knives. A cook’s knives are her greatest asset, and if they go dull, they are no use at all and should be replaced. As decent knives are hideously expensive, I...
What bloody man is that, sir? I tossed the paper in the grate, though there was no fire on this warm summer day. Bartholomew, you are quoting from Macbeth, did you know? King Duncan in the first scene...
I admired Grenville’s ability to brush aside bad encounters and continue serenely with his day, as though no one could possibly upset him. Perhaps he was practiced because he’d been raised to it, but...
Marriage is not always bliss, but it does not have to ruin one completely. Donata sighed.
He was no doubt correct. Greed is all-consuming, I remarked. He laughed. You poor idiot. The day of the gentleman is over. Only those with money will matter, only those who can pay will command respe...
You do not rush to obey those who seek to command you. Your independence makes people puzzle over you.
Poetry can be tedious. Too many words to say a simple thing.
Things could crawl at you out of the dark and hurt you again and again. The past did not always stay dead.
No, I will drag you to the Thames and throw you in. Let the watermen fish you out. They will if you offer them enough coin. He swallowed. You are mad enough to do it. I am. If I discover that you have...
Fletcher shrugged. Science and mathematics are all the rage, you know. But who has time for good old Horace?
Will. You convey your exact thoughts, which is a reason people trust you. You never say one thing and think another. Many would call that rudeness.
Mrs. Bennington’s dramatic expression faded, and she made a face, much like a girl who has been given porridge when she expected thick ham.
My father tolerated no dramatics of any kind. I’m not certain which is more devilish uncomfortable—too many emotions or none at all.
But perhaps peace was not in a place but within one's self.
A man’s character and honor made him stand above others, not his religion or strata in life.
Others rioted simply because it focused their anger and disgust at something other than the tediousness of their lives.
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