The Case of the Missing Marquess Quotes

“And I ought to stop dreaming about it and start doing it. Right now.”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“He would expect me to flee from him. Therefore, I would not. I would flee towards him.”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“in the secret code of flowers, a rose of any sort signifies love.”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“When looking to travel incognito, it's safest to travel as a widow. People are always anxious to avoid conversation about death. Widows scare them. And there's no better disguise than fear.”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“I watched him until he disappeared between the forest trees—watched after him almost as if I knew that, through no fault of his own, I would not converse with him again for a long time.”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“Horses sweat, you know, and men perspire, whereas ladies glow. I am sure I looked all of a glow also. Indeed, I could feel all-of-a-glow trickling down my sides beneath my corset, the steel ribs of which jabbed me under the arms most annoyingly.”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“Flowers.”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“The stranger, all dressed in black from her hat to her boots, slips from shadow to shadow as if she were no more than a shadow herself, unnoticed. Where she comes from, it is unthinkable for a female to venture out at night without the escort of a husband, father, or brother.”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“of nature, which I most definitely was not. “So, Enola,” asked Mycroft gruffly after a while, “are you feeling well enough to tell us what has happened?” I did so, but there was little to add to what they already knew. Mum had left home early on Tuesday morning and had not returned since. No, she had left me no message or explanation of any sort. No, there was no reason to think she might have taken ill; her health was excellent. No, there had been no word of her from anyone. No, in answer to Sherlock’s questions, there had been no bloodstains, no footprints, no signs of forced entry, and I did not know”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“don’t know where she’s gone,” I said, and to my own surprise—for I had not wept until that moment—I burst into tears. • • • Further mention of Mum, then, was put off until we sat in the hired brougham, with my bicycle strapped on behind, swaying along towards Kineford. “We are a pair of thoughtless brutes,” Sherlock had observed to Mycroft at one point, while providing me with a large, very starchy handkerchief hardly comforting to the nose. I am sure they thought”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“I desire this boat to rock. I demand, nay, I COMMAND, this boat to rock."

And rock it did.”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“At the next street-lamp, she sees a woman with painted lips and smudged eyes waiting in a doorway. A hansom cab drives up, stops, and a man in a tail coat and a shining silk top-hat gets out. Even though the woman in the doorway wears a low-cut evening gown that might once have belonged to a lady of the gentleman’s social class, the black-clad watcher does not think the gentleman is here to go dancing. She sees the prostitute’s haggard eyes, haunted with fear no matter how much her red-smeared lips smile. One like her was recently found dead a few streets away, slit wide open. Averting her gaze, the searcher in black walks on. An unshaven man lounging against a wall winks at her. “Missus, what yer doing all alone? Don’t yer want some company?” If he were a gentleman, he would not have spoken to her without being introduced. Ignoring him, she hastens past. She must speak to no one. She does not belong here. The knowledge does not trouble her, for she has never belonged anywhere. And in a sense she has always been alone. But her heart is not without pain as she scans the shadows, for she has no home now, she is a stranger in the world’s”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“Pan Mycroft to, pan Mycroft tamto, pan Mycroft może iść się wypchać.”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“Wielki Sherlock Holmes pyta mnie o przemyślenia? Niestety, nie mogłam mu nic zaoferować. Byłam, bądź co bądź, dziewczyną o minimalnej objętości czaszki.”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“however, that most married women disappeared into the house every year”
― Nancy Springer, The Case of the Missing Marquess

“La noche de la ciudad no tenía el brillo de la luna o de las estrellas; solo algunos retazos de luz amarillenta procedente de los escaparates se reflejaban en el pavimento, tornando la oscuridad todavía más negra.”
― Nancy Springer, El caso del Marqués desaparecido

“Había descubierto que montar en bici me permitía pensar sin preocuparme de que alguien se percatara de mis muecas y expresiones.”
― Nancy Springer, El caso del Marqués desaparecido