Mr. Cope...' Povy began.
Jem narrowed his eyes.
'The lad has a remarkably innocent face.'
'Innocence is a time of life, not an irrevocable blot.
Mots clés innocence
I know he looks like a cherub, but don't be fooled, Strange.'
'What do you mean?'
'He's a hardened reprobate. Plays the innocent because it pulls the ladies. Wait till you see him with them. They fall over him screaming. Fall backwards, really. He's a nice lad, though, and doesn't take advantage.
everyone always says that Lord Findleshanks is really a woman. Did you ever look at him closely? He does look like a woman.'
'He has a beard,' Harriet pointed out.
'So did my grandmother.
Mots clés cross-dressing
Do you have a pet?'
Eugenia shook her head. 'I don't know very much about animals.'
'There's nothing much to know. You feed them; they love you.
Mots clés pets
You don't know how easy death is. It's - it's like a door. A person simply walks through it, and she's lost to you forever.
Eloisa JamesMots clés death-of-a-loved-one
One night she got into an argument with one of the scientists about the recent discovery of a new planet called Uranus [...] 'What did he really do? The man spends his time stargazing, that's all. And now he's elected a fellow of the Royal Society! For nothing. You know, Sir Giles [...] Sir Giles identified the genus of the Purple Swamphen. Now that's a good reason to become a Fellow. This man just looks at the sky and notices a star. Bah!'
'But we need to map the night sky,' Harriet said. 'We have to understand our world. And stars are no different than wings on a butterfly, to me.
Mots clés science
There was just a thin fall of powdery snow in the air. It came onto their hats, not seeming to fall as much as to suddenly appear with its chill greeting on lips and noses.
Eloisa JamesMots clés nature-s-beauty
Toward evening, Harriet found herself thinking the oddest thoughts: that twilight is not really dark. It's gray. The sun gone, the world turns gray, without emotion, without color. It seemed a fitting time for a little girl to slip free of all this pain, to let go.
Eloisa JamesMots clés death-and-dying
I saw the way Rathbone looked at you,” he said, taking a little nip at the delicate curve of her ear.
She gave a little squeak, so he did it again, feeling the tremor that ran through her body.
“He wants you. I saw the way you were laughing together. He was seeing you for the first time, the way I did.”
“Amazing how many blind men there are in London,” she said.
Dowry doesn't rhyme with many words, so I had to rhyme dowry and peach tree [...] My nephew will inherit the estate, but the orchards are unentailed and will go to you.
Eloisa JamesMots clés entail
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