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Mister ... "
"Wrexion." Chase supplied with great dignity. "Mr.Hugh G. Wrexion.

Everyone needed a reminder to simply look at things and enjoy them, without labeling them.

You wagered you could indulge passion and receive trust and honor in return, and lost.

And good luck to you, Miss Vale, wherever you may go.

She slid her arms

You ought to choose fewer words that contain S for the time being. You are spitting all over me.

But is not one a result of the other?" she asked. "Love and loyalty? I cannot see how could you prefer one to the other.

Vapidity was an excellent disguise for many qualities.

Oh, my goodness, Lord Dryden. You should have seen your face when you said the word work. It's not counted among the deadly sins, you know.

It might have begun a bit like a chess game, but it had taken on its own momentum, and owned both of them.

Did that kiss nearly destroy the memory of all other kisses, and become the benchmark against which all future kisses would be measured?

Men who are fatally struck usually take a moment to drop. He felt rather suspended in that moment.

He regarded her thoughtfully, and something about that look traveled up her spine like a trailed finger.

Directness often disguised as much as it revealed, and was a marvelous defense.

How, she had no idea. She seldom considered the "how" of things.

Because that's what happened to fury when tenderness was applied. It dissolved.

Such a fragile way to sustain a whole life: on a web one weaves for oneself.

I can only think god is responsible for passion,for god gives us bodies with which to express it and heart in which to hold it

He was sardonic even in his thoughts these days.

Time took on a peculiarly viscous quality.

Her laugh was wonderful. It was mischief made musical.

A few deep breaths would take care of that. She studied the horse and took deep breaths.

Life is short, Tommy. Short and dangerous. A bit like you.

Perhaps that's its strength. The flexibility. The fragility. Appearances ... " He paused. " ... are often deceiving.

What was love if not a certain pleasantly deluded familiarity built up over years?

Murmured to him nonsense, which is the language of love,

And for a moment he simply held her and she held onto him.
It might have been the most perfect moment of his life so far.

Oh, God," he said softly to himself. "I knew you were trouble.

Lovely as a spring day but not the sort to make one envious, any more than one would envy the sun its ability to shine.

No one understood what his legend had cost him.

No proper life could be made from the pursuit of blinding pleasure followed by limp exhaustion.

For if light had a sound, it was that laugh.

She would be incapable of not broaching. It took

I should not, if I were you, wish to be, because 'sterner stuff' is usually forged by hardship.

It's just a part of her life. Sewing her world back together again, sometimes even daily.

But she bravely kept her eyes open; she was both lost and found in the soft, burning depths of his eyes.

Good God. He doesn't know me at *all*.
How crushing.
How illuminating.
How ... potentially very useful.

You shouldn't ask questions when you know at heart you'd prefer not to hear the answers.

We think we're so clever. And yet we're always surprised to find ourselves entrapped or made fools of.

Sometimes, the only way out of the fire is through the fire, m'boy.

And I served as an officer in the army."
"Very impressive. I've been told that war is boredom interspersed with violence and terror.

Backward now?' he suggested.
'Are you going to call out our lovemaking like a billiards game?

Gentleness was sometimes perilously close to pity.

He was close enough now to see that her profile was designed to do dramatic things to hearts: stop them, steal them, break them.

You are my dream, Cynthia.

We all have foibles, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And the beholder oftentimes gets it wrong.

Two is my number as well, Lady Balmain.

It's what this night would feel like if I could seize hold of it

Because he spoke to her the way no one else had ever spoken to her, which meant he saw her in a way no one else saw her.

Fallen woman." The term made a sort of poetic sense. Once the fall started, it seemed it never stopped.

I will die, however," he said quite seriously, "if you leave me again. Just watch me.

She was backing away from him now. Don't go, was his first panicked thought. Followed by: Hurry up.

The stars are particularly spectacular tonight, don't you think? Dazzling. As if they've all had a good rinsing from the storm.

The question remains ... who takes care of you, Miss Vale?"
"I might ask the same question of you, Lord Dryden.

It isn't a weakness to accept kindness. It isn't a weakness to allow yourself to be cared for.

Because "Platitude" was a language everyone spoke

He would ask nothing else from life if he would be allowed to protect and cherish her for the rest of his.

One could tolerate an acid tongue for a time when the owner of it was so very pretty.

Some of us walk about with the burden of old wounds. What must it be like to have the burden of ... healing?

Ah, Lyon: the Achilles' heel of this family. She had forgotten about Lyon, and about disappearing Redmonds.

Nonchalance, she could have told Argosy, does not pay.

He'd meant to take her apart with a kiss. How, then, did he wind up in pieces?

They immediately spent a moment in bemused silence in honor of the perilous little paradox that was the English female

The butterflies did a slow orbit in her stomach.

One of heartbreak's chief qualities seemed to be its ability to distort time and distances.

Plain girls who were also clever were a ha'pence a dozen.

Let's refer to it as Saturday, rather than the day of my hanging, shall we?

The wrong man could have brought it all crashing down," she told him. "A different man might have collapsed under the weight of the responsibility.

Irony, when delivered cold and shaved very, very fine, could sound like amusement.

I have learned that everyone else in the world is boring except you.

And home, Elise, is anywhere love is. Any you are my love.

Your imagination has an impressive reach."
"Or my boredom an impressive scope.

The brightening he detected in the room around him might just be the whites of dozens of eyes as they widened [upon him]

Good God. She was Wellington with eyelashes.

The cheek of the man. She liked cheek. She liked a man who spoke to her as if she was a person, an equal as if she were in on the joke.

Fear did rather play havoc with one's self of time.

It knew things, that smile.

Sometimes being heroic means showing uncommon grace in the face of untenable circumstances.

You wouldn't consider riding me, would you?' he asked politely.
'You've lovely manners, she purred. 'But of course.

Use it all you want. Marry him. He'll never really be yours, and you'll never know it.
Or maybe you will.

He composed himself inwardly. Sparing the world his awkwardness, hiding vulnerability. Preserving his pride.

A girl could forget her precise location in the universe when a man looked at her with eyes like those.

Something was stirring in him, though; a bud of comprehension that could very well bloom into forgiveness if left unchecked.

He wished for access to all the world's languages at once, for then he would have a better word for how he felt and what she was.

There was a sudden easing in him, as if someone had finally played a note that harmonized with the one he sounded every day.

confidence. He contained worlds.

Be kind to the spider. It's simply working hard to be itself. And don't tell the maids,

Oh, I'm bowed, but unbroken.

Your happiness, quite simply, is my happiness.
Cynthia slowly closed her eyes against the look in his.
Cannot bear.