“I can imagine no greater bliss than to lie about, reading novels all day.”
“Don’t tell me your name. It’s likely to awaken my conscience, and that’s the last thing we want.”
“Besides," he said breezily, "were it not for misunderstandings, we would be sadly lacking in great literature."
She looked at him questioningly.
"Where would Romeo and Juliet be?"
"Alive.”
“I vow to spend the rest of my life keeping your hands and feet warm.”
“She could not bear the thought. She simply could not bear the thought that she might somehow prove to her grandfather that her mother had indeed been a fool and her father had been a damned fool and that she was the damnedest fool of them all.”
“Annabel stared at the door, then turned to Sebastian, feeling quite dazed. "I think my grandmother may have just given me permission to ruin myself."
"I'll do all the ruining tonight," he said with a grin. "If you don't mind.”
“Annabel looked down. Her hands were shaking. She couldn't do this. Not yet. She couldn't face the man she'd kissed who happened to be the heir to the man she didn't want to kiss but whos she probably was going to marry. Oh yes, and she could not forget that if she did marry the man she didn't want to kiss, she was likely to provide him with a new heir, thus cutting off the man she did want to kiss.”
“When the dead body said, "Good evening," Annabel had to face the grim conclusion that it wasn't as dead as she'd hoped.”
“I think your eyes might be the exact same color as mine," she said wonderingly.
"What fine gray-eyed babies we shall have," he said, before he thought the better of it.”
“Is your head bothering you?" Louisa asked. But she wasn't paying much attention. Frederick, her ridiculously fat basset hounds, had spotted a fellow canine in the distance and was yanking on the lead. "Frederick!" she yelped, tripping on a step or two before she found her footing.
Frederick stopped, althought it wasn't clear if it was due to Louisa's hold on the lead or outright exhaustion. He let out a hugh sigh, and frankly, Annabel was suprised that he didn't collapse on the ground.
"I think someone has been sneaking him sausages again," Louisa grumbled.
Annabel looked elsewhere.
"Annabel!"
"He looked so HUNGERY," Annabel insisted.
Louisa motioned toward her dog, whos belly slid along the grass. "THAT looks hungery?"
"His eyes looked hungery.”
“If he was planning to attack and ravish, he gave no indication of being in a hurry to do so.”
“You're charm can be terrifying."
"I suppose if you put it that way I cannot help but be complimented.”
“Happiness could be like a head cold. Or cholera.
Catching.”
“I like my parents," Olivia said.
Sebastian shook his head, "A concept so alien I think it must be unpatriotic.”
“You've already danced with him," Louisa said.
Annabel nodded. "I know."
"People will talk."
Annabel turned and blinked, trying to set her cousin's face into focus. "People are already talking," she said.
Louisa opened her mouth as if she planned to say more, but then she just smiled. "Annabel Winslow," she said softly, "I do believe you are falling in love."
That snapped Annabel right out of her daze. "I'm not."
"Oh, you are."
"I hardly know him."
"Apparently you know enough.”
“You'll lose your audience and then where will we be? We have future gray-eyed babies to feed, you know.”
“Sebastian Grey.
The worrds rang like a miserable moan in her head. On the list of men she ought not to be kissing, he had to rank at the top, along with the King, Lord Liverpool, and the chimney sweep.”
“But I wouldn't choose to spend time with them." Sebastian considered this, "Especially my father. As he's dead.”
“What are you doing here?"Lady Vickers asked, turning her frosty glare to Sebastian.
"Exactly what you think, my lady," he said.”
“This is none of your concern,' his uncle spat.
'I beg to differ,' Sebastian said quietly. 'A lady in distress is always my concern.”
“At present, however, with his aching head and queasy stomach, Sebastian was feeling exceedingly resistible. Or if not that, then resistant. Aphrodite herself could descend from the ceiling, floating on a bloody clamshell, naked but for a few well-placed flowers, and he‘d likely puke at her feet.
No, no, she ought to be completely naked. If he was going to prove the existence of a goddess, right here in this room, she was damned well going to be naked.
He‘d still puke on her feet, though.”
“He closed his eyes. The insides of his eyelids were a brownish black, not at all the same as the thick purple of the night. Darkness had so many colors. It was strange, that, and perhaps a little disquieting. But—
―Oh!‖
A foot slammed into his left calf, and he opened his eyes just in time to see a woman tumbling backward.
Right onto his blanket.
He smiled. The gods still loved him.”
“You'll marry the earl and carry on with the nephew on the side."
"Grandmother!”
“I miss my dog."
...
"What was his name again?"
"Mouse."
"That was very unkind of you."
"Naming him mouse?"
"Isn't he a greyhound?"
"I could have named hum Turtle."
"Frederick!"...
"It's better than Frederic," Annabel said, "Good heavens, that's my brother's name.”
“The slanted light of dawn was rippling through the windowpane, and Miss Anne Sainsbury was huddled beneath her thin blanket, wondering, as she often did, where she would find money for her next meal."
That was really good. Even he wanted to know what happened to Miss Sainsbury, and he was making it up.”
“Today I glory in my sixdom."
"Sixdom?"
"Sixitude."
Annabel started to grin.
"Sixulation," Louisa proclaimed.”
“Sebastian got up and walked to the window, resting his forehead against the pane. It was cold outside, and the icy chill pressed up against him through the glass. He liked the sensation. It was big. Grand. The sort of vivid moment that reminded him of his humanity. He was cold, therefore he must be alive. He was cold, therefore he must not be invincible. He was cold, therefore
He stood back and let out a disgusted snort. He was cold, therefore he was cold. There wasn‘t really much more to it.”
“Dogs deserve proper names."
"Cats, too?"
"Cats are entirely different. They catch mice.”
“He didn't know her name, didn't know anything about her except that she dreamed of Rome and smelled like violets.
And that she tasted like vanilla cream.”
“I shall be delighted to see you again this evening."
"Will you?"
(chuckles) "How tart! Positively lemonish of you."
"Lemonish; really.”
“I don't know what a guy needs to do to impress a girl these days.”
“Shebna scraped the tablet clean and began drawing circles in the soft clay. "Suppose you had six figs and you ate two. How many would--"
"Four." Hezekiah answered before Shebna finished, and the tutor's thick black eyebrows rose in surprise.
"And suppose I had five figs. How many would we--"
"Nine."
"Have you done this before?"
Hezekiah thought the question was ridiculous. "I've eaten figs lots of times.”
“The heart can function with the wound but it never entirely heals.”
“I'm trying this new thing were I'm not a complete ass to everyone. Most days I fail.”
“Bond sat down and looked across into the tranquil, lined sailor’s face that he loved, honoured and obeyed.”
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