We all do foolish things when we are in love. Don't we, your grace?
Behind her, where Tony had been standing, shadows moved, then a hand gently grasped Elizabeth's elbow, and a deep, husky voice said near her ear, Dance with me, Elizabeth.
Lucinda and Mr. Wiley were returning at last, and she ran to Lucinda, hastily stepping around the black horse, who laid his ears back evilly in warning. Lucy! she burst out while Lucinda waited calmly for Mr. Wiley to help her down. Lucy! Disaster has struck.
You will soon discover that in matters of the heart, memories are much kinder than reality.
When she was turning the bacon, he came up behind her, his hands settling on her waist as he peered over her shoulder. That looks awfully edible, he teased. I was rather counting on our ‘traditional’ breakfast.
In the middle of his rapid-fire dictatioin he said softly, without pausing, "When the sun is on your hair, it shines like spun gold," and launched back into his letter. Lauren, who had inadvertently taken half of the compliment down in shorthand, gave him a killing glance, and he chuckled.
Being brave doesn't mean you're never afraid. Being brave means that, even though you're scared, you still do what you should do.
The old adage which says that it is ‘whom you know that counts' is far off the mark. It is what you know about whom you know that truly makes difference.
I want more from life than that and I have more to give.
In one of her more philosophical moments, she decided that the reason virginity was so prized for a bride was because early man must have realized that a bride who knew what was in store for her on her wedding night, would not be smiling quite so radiantly when she walked down that aisle!
But before you do that, inform your master that we have arrived.
I suspect, however, that the thing that confuses you about Ian is that he's half Scot. In many ways he's more Scot than English, which accounts for what you're calling a ruthless streak. He'll do what he pleases, when he pleases, and the devil fly with the consequences. He always has. He doesn't care what anyone thinks of him or of what he does.
You needn't worry about your appearance, my dear, because true beauty springs from the heart and dwells in the eyes.
There now, she said to the flowers in an encouraging tone, you have food and air. You'll be very happy and pretty in no time.
It would have hurt no matter who took you the first time.
Nor is he man enough to make a woman of you.
I regret being the cause of your having to endure further gossip, but I felt you must be apprised before you actually married that murderous Scot!
A-Actually, the flower that sprang up would have been the iris or larkspur, not the modern hyacinth, but that is how it earned its name.
What I cannot understand is how your uncle could consider these two men suitable when they aren't. Not one whit!
Elizabeth snapped awake in a terrified instant as the door to her bed chamber was flung open near dawn, and Ian stalked into the darkened room. Do you want to go first, or shall I? he said tightly, coming to stand at the side of her bed.
Miss stone, I adore you.
Life was wonderful, so filled with people and activities, with love and laughter.
Turning, she smiled with genuine affection at Lord Marchman and offered him her hand through the open window of the coach. Thank you, she said shyly but with great sincerity, for being all the things you are, my lord.
I have an-odd ability-to read very quickly.
It was a kingdom of dreams — a place where things would be just the way I wanted them to be.
Lady Thornton, Sutherland said in an awful, silky voice that made Elizabeth shake inside, does the word ‘perjury' have any meaning to you?
A lie is an affront to the soul, as well as an insult to the intelligence of the person to whom one lies.
I was a fool! Loving someone who doesn't love you is hell! Don't ever let anyone convince you that you can be happy with someone who doesn't love you.
I found this in the same box where the sketches were, she added, putting it in his outstretched palm.
That's the Thornton place up there atop yon hill, the farmer said, pointing.
Then based on her own recent experience, the Divine Presence had a cruelly perverse sense of humor and His Grand Plan needed drastic revision.
We must not let her uncle send her into the gloom, which is what he always does.
She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.
His gaze held hers, and his voice was tender and rough. Love me, Elizabeth.
That only leaves the third contender to discourage, Alex said happily. Who is he, and what do we know of him? Do I know him?
The two of them simply weren't attracted to just any attractive, eligible man; they were attracted rarely, but when it happened, it was evidently a life-altering experience.
Whitney, My Love is the story of Clayton Westmoreland, the Ninth Duke of Claymore. Until You features Stephen Westmoreland's.
His heart is weak, but his will is strong-more so now than ever, he continued, shrugging into the light cape Ormsley was putting over his shoulders.
I wish you'd stop acting as if-as if everything is normal!
Having already had one glorious marriage, perhaps I ought to count myself lucky and stop while I'm ahead.
Consider what an amoral, unprincipled cynicI am-think of all the improvements you could make to my character.
Most of this is my contribution to Havenhurst, she told him proudly.
Why is it, Royce murmured, gazing into her intoxicating eyes, that every time you surrender willingly, like this, you make me feel like a king who has conquered. Yet when I conquer you against your will, you make me feel like a defeated beggar?
Leave the star on top," said an achingly gentle, deep voice. "There's already one angel in the room.
That man, she announced huffily, referring to their host, can't put two words together without losing his meaning! Obviously she'd expected better of the quality during the time she was allowed to mix with them.
Have you stopped the trial? the duchess said.
But he knew instinctively what he suggested was impossible. She'd been through so much, and held her tears back for so long, that Royce doubted that anything could force her to shed them.
If being ugly was a crime, they'd be hunting that woman down with helicopters and bloodhounds.
For himself Ian would have calmly and unhesitatingly told society to go to hell, but they'd already put Elizabeth through hell, and he wanted somehow to make it right for her again.
