A Grave Robbery (Veronica Speedwell, #9)

by Deanna Raybourn

snuggery

It has been my experience that the male of the species, though often thoroughly illogical, can—when encouraged to sit quietly and think hard—be guided into a position of sense.

meretricious

snuggery.”

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.

Men require, in my experience, considerable bolstering of the spirits in order to carry out any activity requiring imagination or fortitude.

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

bibelot,

numpties,”

“I was simply wondering—” “Well, you clearly haven’t the skill for it, so don’t tax yourself,” Stoker returned.

probity.

flibbertigibbet

“Her paintings are . . . most original.” “They are dreadful,” Parthenope Fleet said with a thin smile. “Garish colours and far too many male nudes. One can only contemplate so many scrota with equanimity.

never trust a man who is so thoroughly and perfectly groomed.”

etiolated,

some gift only devils in Hell know.

coup de foudre.

(Men who claim to be beyond the grip of strong emotions are, in my experience, the very ones most likely to fall prey to them.)

apotheosis

“What makes you think I cannot escape from a pair of wrist irons?” “What makes you think I would use them on your wrists?”

As wiser folk have often counselled, it is good to have faith but better to have certainty.