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“Didn’t you remind me last night that I’m a duke?” he murmured. “I thought you told me I could do anything I wanted.”
“And here we rakes thought we were so wickedly droll.”
He stared at her intently, searching her brown eyes, and yet not really knowing what it was he was looking for. There was a narrow ring of green just outside her pupils, the color as deep and rich as moss.
“And you wouldn’t classify your brothers as rakes?” “They only think they are rakes,”
“If Anthony isn’t a rake, I pity the woman who meets the man who is.”
“There is more to being a rake than seducing le...
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“Where is your brother? You’re far too cheeky.
“I think we should tell Anthony about our plan.” “And what could possibly be the benefit to that?”
A strange, tingling sort of heat shot down her arms,
“Oh, you clever clever man. She will positively melt at your feet. But this will come back to haunt you, you know.”
She will be more determined than ever to drag you to the altar.
“Your plan is a brilliant success. At least for me. Did you notice how many suitors came to call this morning?”
I’ve never had so many callers in a single afternoon before. Mother was beside herself with pride.
She immediately jumped back, startled by both the heat and power of him.
“I should give my entire fortune for those thoughts,”
Daphne had never known her mother to step foot in the stables.
No one ever gave her flowers, she realized. At least not since her father had died ten years earlier. Violet was such a mother—Daphne had forgotten that she was a woman as well.
These are beautiful blooms, but more importantly, it was a most thoughtful gesture. I shall treasure this moment always.”
The Duke of Hastings. Daphne decided then and there that she’d be a fool if she didn’t fall in love with him.
Of course it would be nice if he returned...
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Hastings has brought her flowers.”
“I did not give you leave to court my sister,” he bellowed. “I did,” Violet said.
“He is not to be trusted. Do you have any idea what is happening here?”
“The duke is paying a call upon your sister.” “And I brought flowers for your mother,” Simon said
“Do you understand the extent of his reputation?”
“Reformed rakes make the best husbands,”
I know exactly what is going on in his brain right now, and it has nothing to do with poetry and roses.”
Simon pictured laying Daphne down on a bed of rose petals. “Well, maybe roses,”
Daphne was Anthony’s sister, for God’s sake. He couldn’t seduce her.
“I don’t like your tone, Anthony Bridgerton!”
“If it would please Your Motherhood,”
Bridgerton House was, after all, technically Anthony’s house, not his mother’s, and Simon was impressed that Anthony had refrained from pointing this out.
“This is my drawing room, and I’m comfortable here. If the two of you want to engage in that asinine interchange that passes for conversation among the males of our species, you may do so elsewhere.”
Clearly there was more to Daphne’s mother than met the eye.
“I am the head of the family.”
“earlier this week you told me you wanted to introduce us.” “That was before I thought you’d be interested in her!”
“Besides the fact that you have sworn to me that you will never marry?”
“No one is interested in Daphne. At least no one we’d have her marry.”
Simon had learned quite a bit about self-defense on his travels,
I think it has everything to do with your and your brothers’ apelike ways, but she tells me it is because all London views her as a friend, and none sees her as a romantic heroine.”
we were twenty! All men are idiots at that age.
If he lost control over his emotions, he lost control over his speech. It was as simple as that.
“Do you really think I’d seduce your sister?”
I know you plan never to marry. I know that Daphne does.”