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One thing that can be said about Lady Eugenia Spencer is that while she will rearrange your life, it is never behind closed doors. You are invited to view the machinations. Even if it is only to gain a perfect knowledge of your own demise.
“You must be fighting fit, Emma, whatever else. Most of life is the ability to be ready for what comes your way.”
Burn the clothes and reform the character. Promptly.” To which I couldn’t help but respond, “Ah, but here is some of the progress you so desire, Aunt. In the past, they would have burned the witches and reformed the clothes.”
What a pair of tragic souls are we, scribbling away in our respective garrets.
“I hardly need the woman without a heart to counsel me on how to manage mine.”
“St. George is not the only one who can slay a dragon, Emma Lion. I’ve seen you wield a sword.” It was, perhaps, the most wonderful compliment I’ve ever been paid. I intend to keep Roland.
As much as this tea would Not Be Approved Of under polite circumstance, it was such a warm, human moment.
THE VERY LITTLE I KNOW ABOUT YOUR LIFE EXHAUSTS ME.
Dreams are not reality. UNTIL THEY ARE.
We were in this campaign together and would see it through, come hell or high water.
“If I cannot worship in a majestic building, I have no interest in the practice,” she snipped. Which I assume is not a direct quote from the New Testament.
A cat’s cry is unsettling, reminiscent of an abandoned baby, or something fey.
“Hello,” I answered, unsure which verbal armor would be required for the encounter.
Who was responsible for the smudge of dried jam on page seventy-three? None other than the second Jane’s sister, who could never read without eating or eat without reading.
Jack is now leaning back, comfortably staring out the window, the wolf safely tucked inside the sheep’s wool, and I am writing away, wondering just what on earth I’ve gotten myself into.
If I’ve gathered a fiend into my life, at least he’s a charming one.
no hint in his face of the humour I had seen so vividly two days before. Are all dukes so back and forth? How exhausting.
Islington answered with a different version of his mock smile; one, alas, that betrayed a genuine humour. “You enjoyed my Rabbit Room, then?” “Yes, and no. I don’t like feeling the prey.” “I have had many rabbits in my Rabbit Room, Miss Lion. Alas, you have not been one of them.” And with that, he excused himself and was gone. Well.
I was just about to go into the back garden, sit in the shade, and eat a tremendous amount of pastries with a late afternoon tea. If you squint, the weeds look like flowers. Join me. If you dare. I thought I heard him laugh. I DARE.
Our conversation was very June and very Afternoon, meaning it meandered like a honey bee.
That’s two bargains in two days. Emma M. Lion, you are either a great gambler or a greater fool. Time, as it always does, will tell.
