I shall be much obliged to you, cousin, if you will refrain from telling my sisters that she has a face like a horse!’‘But, Charles, no blame attaches to Miss Wraxton! She cannot help it, and that, I...
I love you, you know,’ he said conversationally. ‘Will you marry me?’ The manner in which he made this abrupt proposal struck her as being so typical of him that a shaky laugh was dragged from her. ‘O...
I don't know how it is...but you seem to think me something wonderful, and indeed, I am not.
He is clearly unhinging.
He didn't choose between me and you, Julia: it was between me and ruin.
God knows I'm no saint, but I don't think I'm more of a sinner than any other man.
Ferdy choked.It took a great deal of back-slapping to restore him, and when he was at last able to catch his breath again, his eyes were watering and his countenance was alarmingly flushed.'Well, what...
Does it occur to *you*, Miss Lanyon, that although i have twice been on the verge of it, I have not yet offered for you? Being now safe from interruption, will you do me the honour, ma'am -'
Bouncer, recognizing a well-wisher, got up, and thrust his cold, wet nose under her hand, assuming as he did so the soulful expression of a dog who takes but a benevolent interest in cats, livestock,...
You don't feel you could marry me instead? Got no brains, of course, and I ain't a handsome fellow, like Jack, but I love you. Don't think I could ever love anyone else.
The society of my relatives can only be enjoyed with frequent intervals.
The landlord was trying to explain that there were a great many English people in his house, all fighting duels or having hysterics.
She could only marvel at him. She had never possessed the key to his mind, and what circumstance it was that made him now so calmly confident was beyond her power to fathom. She did not believe him to...
She accepted the tea he had brought, with a word of thanks and a charming smile, but could not resist the impulse to ask him if he was not ravished by Neroli’s voice. He replied promptly: ‘Not entirel...
Read that! commanded madame dramatically, and handed her a crumpled sheet of paper.It contained a brief message in Juliana’s sprawling characters: My dear Tante, pray do not be in ataking, but I have...
O God, I love you to the edge of madness, Venetia, but I'm not mad yet--not so mad that I don't know how disastrous it might be to you--to us both! You don't realize what an advantage I should be taki...
Nevertheless, she did not weep, because, for one thing, it would have made her eyes red, and another, it would be of very little use.
Mrs Hendred was a very pretty woman of great good-nature and much less than commonsense.
Mr. Beaumaris, who had picked Ulysses up, paid no heed to all these attempts at self-justification, but addressed himself to his adorer. What a fool you are! he observed. No, I have the greatest disli...
Morals and medicine warred within his breast, and medicine won the day- but I dare say morals may give him a sleepless night.