As she drowsed in his arms, it occurred to her that he provided the illusion of something she had never had before. Sanctuary. His hand passed repeatedly over her hair in the gentlest of caresses, and she heard him murmur in his dark-angel voice, “Rest, my love. I’m watching over you.
So you actually need spectacles,” Leo finally said. “Of course I do,” Marks said crossly. “Why would I wear spectacles if I didn’t need them?” “I thought they might be part of your disguise.” “My disguise?” “Yes, Marks, disguise. A noun describing a means of concealing someone’s identity. Often used by clowns and spies. And now apparently governesses. Good God, can anything be ordinary for my family.
He stared at her steadily. “If we were eating Gypsy-style, sitting before a fire, I would offer you the choicest bites of meat. The soft inside of the bread. The sweetest sections of fruit.
I shouldn’t let you go with Dashiell and Barksby,” he said. “You’ll be the only woman there. I don’t like it.” “Oh, it’s all very circumspect. They’re both gentlemen, and I’m – ” “Spoken for,” he had said curtly. “By me.” Her heart beat a little faster. “Yes, I know,” she admitted without looking at him.
You need a man who will match your will, own you, occupy every part of your body and every corner of your soul.
You wouldn’t have left had it been me on the foundry floor – ” “I knew you were going to say that,” he said in savage disgust. “Of course I wouldn’t have left you. I’m the man. A man is supposed to protect his wife.
Of all the Hathaways, Poppy was the one Catherine had always felt the most comfortable with. Poppy was a warm and talkative young woman who loved order and routine. Hers was an essentially sunny and accepting nature, providing a necessary balance to Harry’s driven intensity.
The fourteen-year-old boys, Ashton and Augustus, were the youngest offspring of Mr. and Mrs. Simon Hunt, who had been close friends to the Challons since before Phoebe had been born.
Derek cuddled his daughter against his shoulder and spoke in a mixture of baby words and cockney, a language only she seemed to understand.
The sideboard would be laden with broiled chops, eggs, rashers of bacon and ham, potatoes hashed with herbs and fried in butter, bread puddings each in its own puddle of sauce, a platter of crisp radishes and pickles on ice, dishes of stewed fruit from the orchard topped with fresh cream-.
Americans and romance. It’s like watching a bird try to fly with one wing.
Somehow, even with all the roadblocks and detours and one-way streets, Mark managed to find his way to Maggie.
It would be difficult to find a man still on the early side of his thirties who had acquired wealth and power at the speed that Tom Severin had. He’d started as a mechanical engineer designing engines, then progressed to railway bridges, and had eventually built his own railway line, all with the apparent ease of a boy playing leapfrog. Severin could be generous and considerate, but his better qualities were unanchored by anything resembling a conscience.
By being the master of the house. Back in America the woman is the ruler of the home, but in England everything revolves around the man.
Gossip has nowhere to go except in circles.
Gabriel’s voice was like dark velvet against her ear. “I, for one, have been exceptionally productive.” “I meant something useful.” “You have been useful.” His palm smoothed over her naked hip. “Doing what?” “Satisfying my needs.” “Not very well, it seems, or I wouldn’t have to keep doing it.
And although I appreciated their kindness more than they would ever know, it’s a fact that friends last longer the less you use them.
I’m going to your mother, y’see... she’s got ’em to leave a back door open... so I can steal into ’eaven.
I run to the coffeemaker like a soldier returning to a lost love after the war.
I’m sorry to say, Marcus, that each of your recent choice of companions – the last four or five, at least – displayed all the intelligence of a turnip.