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Oh, aye. I'm the devil all right. And last night, you were begging to step into the fire.
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Sometimes the only thing which truly tempts us is the thing which we cannot have.
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Sidonie," he said, his voice strangely hoarse. "You are the most--I mean, you are so...I find you...ah, devil take it! Never mind!" "I beg your pardon?" "Nothing," he growled. "I misspoke. What did you say about oranges?"
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The truth is, Sidonie, I don't fare well with women." He spoke coolly, and without looking at her. "It is my own fault, of course. I...I neglect them. I forget where I'm supposed to be, and when I'm supposed to be there. I'm irresponsible. I drink to excess, gamble to excess, and sometimes I brawl. I never remember special occasions. And I very often go to sleep before they've...well, never mind that." Devellyn fell silent for a moment. "An..
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If there is something one wants badly, one must often be bold.
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I would know your scent anywhere. Even in the darkest night in the darkest room with a hundred other people." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Yes, Camille. I would know it. Always, I would know...you."
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Did you know, ma'am, that our mutual friend can say "kiss my arse" in six languages?"
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Deceivingly, Miss Neville, the word vodka means 'little water.' The Russians are masters of the understatement." - Lord Nash"
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romance
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Number Four Whitehall was rather like a gristmill, with more work to grind out than wanted weighing, and Napier was booked from now until death with meetings, appointments, and general government arse kissing.
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job to remember everything. But the lady was a conundrum wrapped in an enigma. Alas, Napier loved nothing better
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Gibbons came trotting out of the dressing room with Nash's best evening clothes draped over his arm, whistling a merry tune--always a bad sign. "What are you doing with those?" Nash asked suspiciously. "Checking for moths," replied the valet testily. "We go to Brierwood next week, you will recall." "Not in that rig." "But there is to be a ball," sniffed Gibbons. "I had it from Mr. Hayden-Worth. Honestly, if I waited for you to tell me anyth..
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