He couldn't bring himself to look directly at her. Her gown was the color of daylight just before sunset; if he looked at her too long, he feared he might be left blind once she was gone.

“I’ve a goodly share of faults. I rush in, where I should tread carefully. I spe…”

“Do not pollute my perfectly acceptable figurative speech with irrelevant facts!”

“For himself... He could rarely think of how to respond when immersed in that he…”

“Miranda shook her head slowly. 'Good heavens. That's quite an act you put on.'H…”