People who start a sentence with personally (and they're always women) ought to be thrown to the lions. It's a repulsive habit.
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...
Lady Barbara drove herself in a phaeton, with a tiger perched up behind;
I will not listen to your verse on an empty stomach! declared the Vicomte. You have no soul, said Philippe sadly.But I have a stomach, and it cries aloud for sustenance. I weep for you, said Philip. W...
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...
He has probably gnawed his nails down to the quick, or murdered poor Mr. Orde.
Don't worry. Chivalry has practically no appeal for me whatsoever. -- Neville Fletcher
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 -'
Dashed if I didn’t receive a letter from him this morning! Yes, and what’s more, I had to pay sixpence for it, which I’d as lief not have done. It ain’t that I grudge sixpence, but what I mean is, why...
Charles' driving, skilful though it might be, kept his passengers in a constant state of breathlessness.
Believe me, it is quite unnecessary! I neither know nor care what it cost to redeem Lufra—and if you badger me on this very boring matter I shall not invite you to go with me when I try out my new tea...
And that reminds me, Mama! I have just intercepted another of that puppy’s floral offerings to my sister. This billet was attached to it. (Charles)
You would more probably have gone to the guillotine,' replied Sir Tristram, depressingly matter of fact.'Yes, that is quite true,' agreed Eustacie. 'We used to talk of it, my cousin Henriette and I. W...
Will you marry me, vile and abominable girl that you are?Yes, but, mind, it only to save my neck from being wrung!
What do you mean to do when you reach Lacy Manor?’ asked Sir Horace, regarding him in some amusement. ‘Wring Sophy’s neck!’ said Mr Rivenhall savagely. ‘Well, you don’t need my help for that, my dear...
To tell you the truth,’ repeated Sarah coldly, ‘she had a fright, and the bandboxes broke loose.’ ‘What frightened her?’ ‘A Headless Horseman,’ said Sarah. He was frowning again. ‘Headless Horseman? F...
There is so mortifying as to fall in love with someone who does not share one's sentiments.
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.
Simplicity was abhorrent to his lordship; he revelled in a net-work of intrigue; he loved to accomplish the impossible.