A Grave Robbery (Veronica Speedwell, #9)

by Deanna Raybourn

Men are seldom cheerful when they have been persuaded out of an emotional state into rationality. They are, in my experience, creatures of feeling rather than thought, and one must make allowances.

the fine line which marked peculiarity from madness was often simply a matter of wealth.

One dog is a delight; five are a nuisance.

“Someday,” I said, a trifle acidulously, “perhaps men will stop finding unconscious women to be an allurement.”