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“Good night, my lord.” The words were pronounced in her most withering tone.
By contrast, he remained quite alarmingly unwithered long after she left.”
― London's Last True Scoundrel
By contrast, he remained quite alarmingly unwithered long after she left.”
― London's Last True Scoundrel
“Keep your hands off me.” She spoke viciously, through her teeth, and he caught a glimpse of her deVere ancestry.
She was a virago in tiny, fragile, fairy form.”
― London's Last True Scoundrel
She was a virago in tiny, fragile, fairy form.”
― London's Last True Scoundrel
“I only hope I may not be ruined,” she was saying miserably. “I should be obliged to marry you after all, and then I’d likely murder you before the wedding breakfast was over.”
― London's Last True Scoundrel
― London's Last True Scoundrel
“She narrowed her gaze. “I don’t trust you to keep your eyes closed.”
“Smart woman,” he said. “I wouldn’t trust me, either, if I were you.”
― London's Last True Scoundrel
“Smart woman,” he said. “I wouldn’t trust me, either, if I were you.”
― London's Last True Scoundrel
“A gentleman can’t let a lady sleep in an armchair while he takes his ease in a bed.”
“But you are not a gentleman,” she pointed out. “You are the greatest scoundrel in all the land.”
He tilted his head to consider that. “All right. You take the chair.”
― London's Last True Scoundrel
“But you are not a gentleman,” she pointed out. “You are the greatest scoundrel in all the land.”
He tilted his head to consider that. “All right. You take the chair.”
― London's Last True Scoundrel
