What’s wrong with you? Are you ill? I forbid you to be ill, wife.
Gail CarrigerTunstell, this is your Alpha speaking. Do as I tell you. You must regurgitate now.
Regurgitation is an involuntary action. You cannot simply order me to do it,” replied Tunstell in a small voice.
“I most certainly can. Besides which, you are an actor.”
Tunstell grimaced. “I’ve never had cause to vomit onstage.
Such poopitations of the heart as you would not believe.
Gail CarrigerHis lordship can eat my fat—
Gail CarrigerShe reached inside the wide ruffle and pulled out a little vial.
“Poison?” asked Lady Maccon, tilting her head to one side.
“Certainly not. Something far more important: perfume. We cannot very well have you fighting crime unscented, now, can we?”
“Oh.” Alexia nodded gravely. After all, Madame Lefoux was French. “Certainly not.
Rail is such an undignified way to travel. All that rapid racing about. Floating has so much more gravitas.
Gail CarrigerA woman, even a married woman, cannot float without proper escort. It is simply not done.
Gail CarrigerReally, Alexia, what could have possessed you to attach yourself to the side of the ship in such a juvenile fashion? It is positively barnacle-like.
Gail CarrigerOh, Lady Maccon, I am unreservedly in love with her. That black hair, that sweet disposition, those capital hats.
Gail CarrigerAlexia,” she hissed to her friend, “there are knees positively everywhere. What do I do?
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