Catherine Coles > Quotes

“I think that when one has an unkind heart, it diminishes their physical beauty.”
― Catherine Coles, Murder at the Manor

“think that when one has an unkind heart, it diminishes their physical beauty.”
― Catherine Coles, Murder at the Manor

“I haven’t been to church in years, but I vaguely remember there being something about a sinless person casting the first stone upon a sinner. I am not without immorality and therefore cannot, and will not, judge you.”
― Catherine Coles, Murder in Belgrave Square

“If I killed everyone who has been rude to me at one time or another, there would be no one left in this village,”
― Catherine Coles, Poison at the Village Show

“you’re”
― Catherine Coles, Murder in Belgrave Square

“Darling, if I could fly into the sky and return with the moon, should you wish to have it in your hands, I would do it.”
― Catherine Coles, Murder at the Manor

“I didn’t really know. Stan had never been much for going to the pub. Not even on special occasions. Come to think of it, other than sitting in his favourite chair with his slippers and newspaper, he hadn’t ever done much of anything.”
― Catherine Coles, Poison at the Village Show

“Although I understood why a rationing system was needed, I could scarcely wait until the government lifted it and I could eat a bacon sandwich with a runny egg made with freshly baked bread. My mouth watered as I thought about how good it would taste when I could eat it whenever I wanted. Never again would I take something as simple as a bacon sandwich for granted.”
― Catherine Coles, Death at Lovers' Leap

“He seemed to believe it was acceptable to be rude because of his station in life. I think he thought being a Member of Parliament meant he was somehow better than others.”
― Catherine Coles, Murder at the Village Fete

“way of a nasty joke. She did not take it very well.” “Indeed.” The inspector echoed Evelyn. “I should hate to think you have been attempting to question your guests, Lady Northmoor.” “I assure you, that is most definitely not the case.” Evelyn shook her head in what she hoped looked like genuine dismay. “I would never attempt to do such a thing against your strict orders.” “Lady Northmoor!” Doris exclaimed in a loud voice. “There you are! My goodness, I have been searching everywhere for you. Do excuse us, Detective Inspector, but I must get Lady Northmoor dressed for dinner otherwise she will be embarrassingly late.” He nodded and Evelyn following Doris to the stairs. As soon as they reached the sanctuary of her room, she held her head in her hands. “I have told so many half truths and complete stretches of the truth in the last few days, Doris, I don’t know whether I am coming or going.” “Oh Lady Northmoor!” Doris laughed. “You’ve been spending too much time with young Nora coming out with such things.” “I suppose I should say I’m quite befuddled or such like?” Evelyn shook her head. “I didn’t realise remembering to talk like a countess would be such hard work.” “Well, My Lady,” Doris said. “I think you’re doing a grand job. Now let us get you ready for dinner so you can carry that on.” After dinner, Tommy excused himself and met Evelyn and Aunt Em in the small room at the front of the house that he had appropriated for his own use earlier that summer. It had been the former smoking room of the grand old house and suited Tommy’s purposes perfectly. “Why must we hide in this poky old room?” Aunt Em asked as Tommy ushered them inside. Tommy waited until his aunt had a chance to look around her. “You were saying, Aunt Em?” “My apologies.” She inclined her head. “You have performed quite the transformation.” The heavy velvet curtains that had kept out the natural light, but kept in the stale smell of years of tobacco were gone. Tommy had kept the large desk in the corner and hadn’t taken down the dark panelling on the lower half of the walls. However, a fresh coat of white paint on the upper portion of the walls, proper light fittings, and a colourful rug in the middle of the room made it look entirely different. “Evelyn and I wanted to talk to you, Aunt Em,” Tommy said. “We must be quick as our guests will think we are exceedingly rude.” “I presume you have both been busy sleuthing your way around our guests?” “Of course,” Tommy said. “We couldn’t just leave things as they are.” “Absolutely not,” his aunt agreed. “As I said before that detective arrived, you are far more capable than he in apprehending the killer.”
― Catherine Coles, Murder at the Village Fete

“The air crackled with that type of atmosphere that can only be created by words said out loud that should have remained unspoken.”
― Catherine Coles, Murder at the Manor

“When you are paid a compliment, you should accept the kind words, and not dismiss them. You are a bright, clever, and beautiful woman, and it’s entirely understandable that people may wish to point out any one of those things.”
― Catherine Coles, Daggers at the Country Fair

“My father would not come here again to this house for all the money in England. I, however, want to run a successful school and do not have the luxury of choice.”
― Catherine Coles, Murder at the Manor

“One thing is for certain, Albert Lewis didn’t kill himself,”
― Catherine Coles, Murder at Rochester Park

“You really are the most romantic man. However did I get so lucky?” “If I remember correctly, you did not think that when we first met.” “That’s because when we first met you were seriously considering arresting me.” “You were climbing into a house through a window.” Tommy held out his hands. “It wasn’t exactly acceptable behaviour for a lady, nor very innocent looking.” Evelyn laughed at the memory.”
― Catherine Coles, Murder at the Manor

“The week before Christmas, the entire family travelled by train to York for the unveiling of William Christie House. Tommy had purchased a large house and begged, pleaded, and occasionally bullied local tradesmen to transform it into a place where former soldiers down on their luck could stay. William Christie House provided meals on an evening, and also a bed, if that was required. Peter Franklin was the manager. Not only did he take care of the building, but he would use his administrative skills to write letters for soldiers applying for jobs.”
― Catherine Coles, Murder at the Village Fete

“that they have an”
― Catherine Coles, Murder in the Churchyard