It’s just a devilish odd coincidence. I shared a boat – and a carriage – with Balcourt’s sister and cousin.I didn’t realise he had a sister.Well, he does. Richard abruptly pushed away his empty bowl.W...
I have nothing to say, she said in a tight little voice. If you have, I wish you would just say it and get it over with. I’m sure we both have other things to do this afternoon. Alex’s hands grasped h...
His father clasped his shoulders, holding him at arm’s length, looking him up and down. You’ve grown.It’s been eleven years, said Jack numbly. Of course I’ve grown.
He paused for dramatic effect, waiting until all eyes were on him before turning and looking at Jane, an intimate, heavy-lidded look designed just for her—and his audience. Holding out both hands to h...
Good Gad! It looks like the last act of Hamlet in here. Turnip banged his head against his clenched fists, making inarticulate moaning noises.Pinchingdale gave him an odd look. 'I had no idea you felt...
Fingers steepled in front of him, Delaroche stared at the note. The card itself was useless. Delaroche had an entire drawer full of nothing but cream-coloured cards bearing the Gentian’s distinctive p...
Colin mustered a perfunctory leer, but his mind was obviously elsewhere. 'Do you know...' he began.I knew many things, but I didn't think he needed to hear the entirety of the Prologue to the Canterbu...
But we know Jane, put in Lady Henrietta. Her plans always go as planned. She exchanged a glance with her husband. Well, almost always. But that wasn’t her fault. And then, as if it explained everythin...
All this rapture, managed Letty, wriggling out of her mother’s grasp, is decidedly premature.
After an initial startled gasp, his intended bride dissolved into his arms, returning his kiss with more fervor than she had ever shown before. They were on the verge of being married, after all. Amaz...
Take a deep breath, people suggested. Count to ten. Count sheep. Oh, wait, that was for sleeping. Even in her own head, her tongue ran ahead of her brain. It propelled her into all sorts of absurd sit...
Counterpane
Arrived. She settled herself on
There's nothing so attractive as a blank slate. Take one attractive man, slap on a thick coat of daydream, and voila, the perfect man. With absolutely no resemblance to reality.
That was the problem with snide comments; they invariably lost all their punch on repetition. Besides, when facing impending death, what did the odd witticism matter?
Sometimes Richard had the sinking suspicion that he had a far better chance of preventing Bonaparte from conquering Europe than he had of thwarting his mother’s plans to see him married off within the...
No sin is original, no matter what the bright young things may hope. We're all merely playing to a theme.
Mr. Alsworthy! exclaimed Letty’s mother. How can you laugh at such a matter! Although, I must say, I would have thought if a pirate were to kidnap anyone, he would kidnap Mary. She looks quite as I di...
Most of the time, there is no truth, only various levels of interpretation. Fact is a construct we provide to the public.
Jack looked down at the cracked paving at his feet. The last thing he wanted was to have a discussion about his emotions with the woman who had married his father—who, for some bizarre reason, everyon...