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“I am quite determined to be mistress of my own fate, Mrs. Clutterthorpe, but I do sympathize with how strange it must sound to you. It is not your fault that you are entirely devoid of imagination. I blame your education.”
Damn
“You do not understand, do you?” His voice was frankly incredulous. “You are my business now.”
Oop
The cape had covered my legs, but I dropped it once we arrived, and Stoker made a sort of whimpering sound.
Boy
“Good girl.
Excuse me!
“Why do they believe you to be a murderer?” He did not flinch. “Because I am.”
Uh oh
“In that case, here is a revolver,”
Well damn shawty
“No need,” he said, producing another cutting. “Her real name was Mary Katherine de Clare.”
You're joking
“Her eyes are peculiar. I have never seen eyes that color. What color is that?” “It is the precise color of the wing frills on a White-browed purpletuft, Iodopleura isabellae, from South America,” he replied with such unthinking swiftness that I gave him a searching look. “A White-browed purpletuft? I am afraid I am not familiar with that bird,” I said quietly. “It was something I happened to notice. Nothing more,”
Sure bud
There are no masculine virtues, Veronica. And none sacred to women either. We are all of us just people, and most badly flawed ones at that.”
Go off king
Father, His Royal Highness, Prince Albert Edward, The Prince of Wales.’”
I called it
We like to believe it is the power of language that gives us superiority over animals, but words have their limitations.
Yep
