“They’d be complaining about having to walk, and screeching at me to ‘do something, Freddy, do something!’”“But what could you do?” she said, puzzled.“Carry them, probably.” He gave her a hopeful look. “Do you want me to carry you?”
— Anne Gracie
“I could still box your ears.”“Nonsense,” he scoffed. “You couldn’t reach that high.”
— Anne Gracie
“Well, go on then, Abby; run along and let the nice man compromise you.”
— Anne Gracie
“Did he know she could barely think, let alone speak, for awareness of proximity of his fingers?Of course he knew. He was a rake. This is what he did.”
— Anne Gracie
“What the dev— er, deuce did you do that for? It hurt!”“Good,” said the angel. “I was afraid these new shoes would not be sturdy enough.”
— Anne Gracie
“Yes. And when a rake finally falls, he falls forever.”
— Anne Gracie
“What if I shave?” he said. “I look much better when I’m shaved. My cousin will vouch for that—do I not look almost handsome when I shave, Edward? ” He didn’t wait for the duke’s reply but turned earnestly back to Prudence. “Do you think you could marry me if I shaved?”
— Anne Gracie
“I shan’t mind if you don’t,” he agreed. “But I’ll not let you go, Prudence. Til not pester you, but know this: I will wait until you choose to listen to your heart.””Pshaw.” It was a feeble effort. She took a deep breath and tried again. “Humbug! How can you presume to know my heart?”He smiled a slow, devastating smile. “You are my heart.” He lifted her hand and kissed it. “And our hearts beat in tune. I know it—I, who used not to believe in such things. And you know it.”
— Anne Gracie
“If you were mine, I’d never leave you, Prudence. I couldn’t.”
— Anne Gracie