If you were mine, I’d never leave you, Prudence. I couldn’t.
Yes. And when a rake finally falls, he falls forever.
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.
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.
Well, go on then, Abby; run along and let the nice man compromise you.
I could still box your ears.”“Nonsense,” he scoffed. “You couldn’t reach that high.
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?
Prettiness fades after a few years, but elegance only increases with age.
I was shy,” said six-foot-one of bashful male. He grunted as a sharp, feminine elbow thudded inconspicuously into his side.
Do you think ladies’ eyebrows can communicate as well?” she asked.“No, they don’t have sufficient thicketry,” he said with authority.“Thicketry?”“Yes, that is the official term.
Lord Carradice managed to look wicked, smug, and saintly, all at the same time.