I'm a butterfingers, and I always have been.'
'An angel's foot got in your way,' Codswallop said. 'That's what my mother used to tell us when we returned to the house with scrapes on our knees.
It was just that - Gabby's common sense came to the rescue. Quill was an uncommonly handsome man. His eyes made her feel weak in the knees and warm in the belly. / The problem, Gabby rationalized, is that Father never allowed me to have anything to do with men. So now I am overcome by the species in general.
Eloisa Jamesthose kisses...repaired and soothed and knit together the weave of married life.
Eloisa JamesStichwörter: married-life
I think only someone I loved as much as you could make me behave like such an idiot.
Eloisa JamesI suppose this is your way of telling me that you are outrageously happy?'
Quill nodded. 'Of course.'
'Living with you is an act of interpretation, do you know that?'
'Living with you is...bliss. Did you know that?
There is no remedy for this poison,' Sudhakar said. 'You must live with the consequences, as must I.'
'Then why did you let her have it?' Quill said savagely. 'You knew she was impulsive. You should have guessed she might take it herself!'
Sudhakar looked at him. 'Now, why would that occur to me? I saw a young woman consumed with anxiety for her husband, prepared to ruin her marriage in order to save him from further suffering. I saw nothing self-destructive about her.'
'She thought it was harmless,' Quill whispered harshly. 'She had no idea. You shouldn't have given it to her.'
'Do you think she is a child? She is a grown woman. Her rash actions are her own.'
It was only when Quill fixed him with a brutal gaze that he realized that Sudhakar was also suffering.
One didn't want to marry a man who dragged ladies off into the shrubbery for a kiss. Or worse.
The fact that she would push Ravensthorpe into the shrubbery herself, if she had the nerve, was not the point...Lucy took a deep breath, patted her hair into place, and snapped open her fan. She had a pirate side - or so she told herself; she was certainly tall enough to be one. If nothing else, she could launch herself at Ravensthorpe and knock him to the ground when she knew Olivia and Mrs. Lytton were within eyesight.
The idea was so appalling that it had merit.
She was the only one who argued with Grace. 'He's not a good choice for you,' she insisted. 'He respects you too much.'
'Respect is good,' Grace said, thinking of how Colin slighted her letters. 'I want respect.'
'It's not enough.'
'He loves me!'
"Not the right way.'
Finally Grace turned on her sister in a rage. 'Don't you see, Lily? Must you make me say this aloud? No one will ever love me in the /right/ way, not in that feverish way that men fall in love with you. I'm not that sort of woman!'
Lily cried, and Grace ended up crying, too.
Stichwörter: wallflower
My eyes would have told you everything you wanted to know in the parlor ... You would never have spouted that drivel about how I felt about Lily if you could have seen my eyes. Never.
Eloisa JamesGrace had so many complexities, so many layers and feelings, and thoughts ... he would happily spend his life trying to unwrap her.
Thinking about it, he tore a strip off the hem of her gown.
'What on earth are you going to do with that?'
Without answering, he put a knee forward onto the bed, making certain he knew precisely where she was. The last thing he wanted was to land on her like a felled tree.
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