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Desperately Seeking a Scoundrel (Rescued from Ruin, #3) Desperately Seeking a Scoundrel by Elisa Braden
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“Obviously, a wife must obey her husband in all important matters. If he continues believing his admonitions are his own ideas, so much the better.” —The Dowager Marchioness of Wallingham to Lady Atherbourne in a letter filled with wifely wisdom.”
Elisa Braden, Desperately Seeking a Scoundrel
“I am not convinced absence makes the heart grow fonder. Perhaps we should test the veracity of this axiom more thoroughly, you and I.” —The Dowager Marchioness of Wallingham to her nephew upon his fourth request for an increase in funds.”
Elisa Braden, Desperately Seeking a Scoundrel
“Perfection is, after all, a form of banality.”
Elisa Braden, Desperately Seeking a Scoundrel
“My love is yours. My body. My life. I belong to you, sweet. I have from the moment you pulled this battered, worthless scoundrel from the mud and declared him yours.”
Elisa Braden, Desperately Seeking a Scoundrel
“When you pray for a solution, and God sends you a scoundrel, it is best to say thank you.”
Elisa Braden, Desperately Seeking a Scoundrel
“My traveling coach does not give a fig for sentimentality. Its wheels need only a taste of November mud to become gleefully mired—an opportunity I shall not provide.” —The Dowager Marchioness of Wallingham to Lady Atherbourne in response to said lady’s inquiry about her possible attendance of Princess Charlotte’s funeral.”
Elisa Braden, Desperately Seeking a Scoundrel
“Softheaded sentiment has numerous causes but only one result: calamity.” —The Dowager Marchioness of Wallingham to Lady Berne upon hearing said lady’s plans to acquire a cat.”
Elisa Braden, Desperately Seeking a Scoundrel
“Gifts are never the wrong answer. And when the question is what kind of gift, jewels are always the right one.” —The Dowager Marchioness of Wallingham to her son, Charles, upon his lamentations about a certain widow’s unforgiving nature.”
Elisa Braden, Desperately Seeking a Scoundrel