When a rake falls, he falls forever.

“Did he know she could barely think, let alone speak, for awareness of proximity…”

“I shan't mind if you don't," he agreed. "But I'll not let you go, Prudence. Til…”

“What the dev— er, deuce did you do that for? It hurt!”“Good,” said the angel. “…”

“Lord Carradice managed to look wicked, smug, and saintly, all at the same time.”