Death of a Gossip Quotes

“And being very young and capable of violent mood swings, she then began to worry about what to wear for dinner.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Gossip

“Hope not for minde in women. – John Donne”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Gossip

“Like sweeties. We come in all shapes and sizes and some of us are horrible.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Gossip

“There is nothing more sensuous than a rich fast car driven by a rich slow man through a Highland evening.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Gossip

“Of course,’ came Constable Macbeth’s soft Highland voice, ‘some of us are protected from the sins of the flesh by our very age and appearance. Would not you say so, Lady Jane?’ ‘Are you trying to insult me, Officer?’ ‘Not I. I would be in the way of thinking that it would be an almost impossible thing to do.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Gossip

“I am so glad to meet a young man who actually pursues single girls,’ commented Lady Jane to the world at large. ‘I’m one of those old-fashioned women who believe adultery to be a sin, the next worst thing to seducing servants.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Gossip

“That was the hell of being so hypersensitive. You began to think people meant all sorts of things because of their lightest remarks.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Gossip

“Of course I did,’ said Alice with the steady, outraged gaze of the liar.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Gossip

“The tourists were mostly English and were treated by the locals with outward Highland courtesy and inner Highland hate.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Gossip

“There’s an American couple from New York, Mr and Mrs Roth; a Lady Winters, widow of some Labour peer; Jeremy Blythe from London; Alice Wilson, also from London; Charlie Baxter, a twelve-year-old from Manchester – the kid’s not living at the hotel, he’s staying with an aunt in the village; Major Peter Frame. Oh dear, we had the galloping major before.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Gossip

“Angling: incessant expectation, and perpetual disappointment. – Arthur Young”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Gossip

“Everyone who was anyone, Alice gathered, went to Scotland in August to kill things. If you weren’t slaughtering grouse, you were gaffing salmon.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of a Gossip