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January 21 - February 11, 2023
There is something inexpressibly masculine about expecting to be believed.
thoroughgoing halfwit.
She felt certain that blackmailers shouldn’t have freckles.
pestilential.
There was also the fact that he longed to follow her about like a dog on a lead, just for the pleasure of finally being near her after months of thinking about her, but this was a trifling matter.
being an accessory to a murder counts as a proper introduction.”
dismissing rhyme, merchants, and possibly all of East London.
only one bed.
“You are a tedious flirt.”
Marian disliked her on principle.
“I’ve seen you smile.” “An oversight on my part. It won’t happen again.”
it had been a long time since anyone had been careful with her, and
He needed to put that smile away before he did some mischief with it.
when I steal from someone, it’s my good deed for the day.”
“I can’t have you thinking that the duke behaved like the villain in one of those novels you like so much. He didn’t starve me or beat me or chain me up.” “Because those are the only ways a person can be harmed, of course.”
if he didn’t want to fall in love with her, he was already fucked.
it wasn’t untrue, if one’s ideal of womanhood extended to scrappy termagants with acid tongues, which Rob’s admittedly did.
He wore rainwater and mud the way other men wore silk coats, only better, and she wanted him.
have the day out.
It was a dark day indeed when he wanted to congratulate an aristocrat for simply remembering that servants were human beings.
sharp as a knife and as sure as a promise
too much time with untranslated Greek,
most people do what they must, rather than run away?”
Her laughter was rare and precious; it was the sound of church bells, the sound of coins dropping into a pocket, and he wanted to save it in a bottle and wear it close to his heart.
