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d8b817a
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Sometimes Hen...I think I would give my life just for one of your smiles.
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romance
love
dunford
minx
regency
julia-quinn
smiles
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Julia Quinn |
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438e183
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"Your fate is writ clear;you will be murdered. I cannot conceive how it comes about that you were not murdered long since!" "How odd!Charles himself once said that to me, or something like it!" "There is nothing odd in it; any sensible man must say it!"
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humour
regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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a95e3d1
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If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.
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regency
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Mary Balogh |
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f720ecb
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"With the aid of the baluster-rail and Mr Goring's stalwart arm she arrived, panting but triumphant, on the first floor, and paused to take breath. Observing that Lybster was about to throw open the door into the drawing room she stopped him by the simple expedient of grasping his sleeve. Affronted, he gazed at her with much hauteur, and said in freezing accents: "Madam?" "Looby!" enunciated Mrs Floore, between gasps. "You wait! Trying to push me in - like a landed salmon!"
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regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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a5f3829
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"I don't ask you - fribble!' snapped his lordship, rounding on him, with the speed of a whiplash. 'You may keep your tongue between your teeth!' "Yes, sir - happy to!' uttered Claud, dismayed. 'No wish to offend you! Thought you might like to be set right!' 'Thought I might like to be set right?' 'No, no! Spoke without thinking!' said Claud hastily. ' I know you don't!" --
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humour
regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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2df5574
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"One minute he stood transfixed, the next he uttered a crushing oath, and took a hasty stride forward. Mr Ringwood, recovering from his own stupefaction, closed with him, just as George, flushing vividly, sprang to his feet. Mr Ringwood said warningly. "For God's sake, dear boy, remember where you are! You can't choke George to death here!"
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humour
regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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c1dcf1e
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He was silent. Well! Now she knew how right she had been. He was not in the least in love with her, and very happy she was to know it, All she wanted was a suitable retreat, such as a lumber-room, or a coal-cellar, in which to enjoy her happiness to the full.
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humour
regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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2af640a
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People do understand the language of the heart, you know, even if the head does not always comprehend it.
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romantic
passion
romance
love
regency-romance
regency
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Mary Balogh |
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4eb5876
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In all of this she was only partially successful, for although Nurse knew that once Miss Venetia had made up her mind she was powerless to prevent her doing whatever she liked, and was obliged to admit some faint resemblance in Damerel to the Good Samaritan, she persisted in referring to him as The Ungodly, and in ascribing his charitable behaviour to some obscure but evil motive.
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regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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b15001e
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Ferdy choked.It took a great deal of back-slapping to restore him, and when he was at last able to catch his breath again, his eyes were watering and his countenance was alarmingly flushed. 'Well, what the deuce!' exclaimed Sherry, eyeing him in surprise. 'Crumb' gasped Ferdy. 'Crumb? You weren't eating anything!' 'Must have been,' said Ferdy feebly.
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humour
regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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7a4443a
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He shut the door, and stood looking across the room at her. 'Cressy, what did you mean when you told that harridan that your affections were engaged?' The colour deepened a little in her cheeks, but she replied lightly: 'Well, she talked so much like someone in a bad play that I became carried away myself! Besides, I had to say something to convince her! I could see she didn't quite believe me when I said I wasn't going to marry your brother.' He let his breath go in a long sigh, and walked forward, setting his hands on her shoulders, and saying: 'You don't know how much I have wanted to tell you the truth! Cressy, my dear one, forgive me! I've treated you abominably, and I love you so much!' Miss Stavely, who had developed an interest in the top button of his coat, looked shyly up at this. ' you, Kit?' she asked. ' ?' Mr Fancot, preferring actions to words, said nothing whatsoever in answer to this, but took her in his arms and kissed her. Miss Stavely, who had previously thought him unfailingly gentle and courteous, perceived, in the light of this novel experience, that she had been mistaken: there was nothing gentle about Mr Fancot's crushing embrace; and his behaviour in paying no heed at all to her faint protest could only be described as extremely uncivil. She was wholly unused to such treatment, and she had a strong suspicion that her grandmother would condemn her conduct in submitting to it, but as Mr Fancot seemed to be dead to all sense and propriety it was clearly useless to argue with him.
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romance
regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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14a9707
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"She sighed and leaned her cheek against his shoulder. "How comfortable this is! she said. "And so delightfully vulgar! Does plain Mr Dash put his arm round ladies in hackney coaches?" "When not in gaol he does," the Duke responded."
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true-love
humour
regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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e82d0d2
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"I must own, too, that I can't be astonished at his being vexed to death over this business. It is excessively awkward! However, he doesn't lay the blame for that at my door: you mustn't think that!" "I should think not indeed!" exclaimed Anthea between amusement and indignation. "How could he possibly do so?" "No, very true, my love!" agreed Mrs Darracott. "I thought that myself, but it did put me on the fidgets when Richmond said he wanted to see me, because in general, you know, things I never even heard about turn out to be my fault."
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humour
regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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b7c41fc
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So off had gone John to the wars again. But he had not remained for long in the position of a humble volunteer. Colonel Clifton, commanding the 1st Regiment of Dragoons, no sooner heard that Crazy Jack was back then he enrolled him as an extra aide-de-camp.
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humour
regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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94255e8
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A man who would contract the mumps,' declared Cecilia, 'would do anything!' Lady Ombersley saw nothing unreasonable in this pronouncement, nor was she surprised that his lordship's unromantic behaviour had given Cecilia a distaste for him.
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regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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71dcf4e
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Bustle about Noddy, or we shant be in time to snabble any of the lobster patties.
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regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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f246706
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Well,' Frederick had said, 'I will see what can be arranged, Archie. But I will not have the girl frightened or compromised.' 'You sound like a grandfather who has raised fifteen daughters and is now starting on his granddaughters, Freddie,' Lord Archibald had said. 'It is most disconcerting.
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romance
humor
witty-banter
regency-romance
mary-balogh
regency
dialogue
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Mary Balogh |
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923291b
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I am still not used to being the possessor of such a grand title. I believe I shall have to start wearing a purple satin turban and carrying a lorgnette.
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romance
humor
witty-banter
regency-romance
mary-balogh
regency
dialogue
fashion
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Mary Balogh |
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937b74b
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Yes, and that puts me in mind of another thing I have to say to you! Why the devil don't you take better care of Nell? Did you get her out of a silly scrape? No, you didn't! did! All you did was put it into her head you thought she had only married you for your fortune, when anyone but a gudgeon must have known she's too big a pea-goose to have enough sense to do anything of the kind!
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regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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af3359c
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"Mr Warboys, without putting himself to the trouble of deciding which of the more ferocious animals his friend resembled, stated the matter in simple, and courageously frank terms. "You know, old fellow," he once told Martin,"if you had a tail, damme if you wouldn't lash it!"
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regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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47892d2
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[Sir Nugent] wore so many rings on his fingers, and so many fobs and seals dangling at his waist, that he might have been taken for a jeweller advertising his wares.
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regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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fe8ba8b
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Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward to its vortex.
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metaphor
romance
bottomless-pit
dancing-with-clara
romance-hero
regency-romance
mary-balogh
angst
regency
rake
despair
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Mary Balogh |
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e8010e6
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"I never indulge commonplace thoughts," said Sir Vincent... "Not, at all events, in relation to the Grand Sophy."
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humor
regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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d6c5638
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His friend laughed. 'You missed your calling, Freddie,' he said. 'You should have been one of the aforementioned clergy. Is this what marriage does to you? One shudders at the very idea.
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marriage
romance
humor
witty-banter
dancing-with-clara
regency-romance
mary-balogh
regency
dialogue
cynicism
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Mary Balogh |
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72350db
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In a nobler age one could have answered such impertinence by jostling his lordship as he stood holding open the door, so that he would have been obliged to demand a meeting. Or did one, even in that age, refrain from jostling people in doorways when a lady was present?
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humour
regency
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Georgette Heyer |