Lizzie Lane > Quotes

“scruffy”
― Lizzie Lane, New Neighbours for Coronation Close

“pink roses. ‘Milk?’ Isaac held a tin of condensed milk above her cup. She shook her head. ‘I’ll have it black.’ ‘Isaac. Let us have a drop of rum in our tea. Let’s drink a toast to the king, both him who has passed and him who inherits the crown.’ A teaspoonful of rum was added to each cup. A slight movement drew Jenny’s attention back to the wall. The cockroach had fallen to the floor. The cat ate it.”
― Lizzie Lane, New Neighbours for Coronation Close

“always did when she got”
― Lizzie Lane, Wartime Sweethearts

“enough to rebuild.”
― Lizzie Lane, Heaven and Hell for the Tobacco Girls

“was”
― Lizzie Lane, A Wartime Family

“from around the precious plants. The fresh air was exhilarating and John’s aunt chatted merrily about times gone by and what Italy had been like when she and John’s mother were children. ‘But that was before the war,’ she sighed. ‘It is far behind us.’ As Mary Anne pulled Mathilda’s blanket a little higher around the cherry-pink face, a thought occurred to her. ‘I think I have something that used to belong to your sister – perhaps to you too.’ ‘Oh?’ Maria eyed her quizzically. ‘Yes,’ said Mary Anne, and went on to tell her about the time John had come to borrow money against a silver crucifix that she’d guessed had belonged to his mother. ‘He’d wanted the money for Daw’s engagement and wedding ring. I gave him the money but never sold the cross on. I couldn’t do it somehow. I kept thinking that one day he might want it back.’ ‘You have this?’ said Maria, her eyes shining. ‘You remember it?’ Maria clapped her hands together. ‘Of course I do!’ ‘Michael found it in the ruins of the pawn shop. I still have it.’ She turned and looked with gratitude into Maria’s dark eyes. ‘You’ve been so kind to me. You must have it back.’ Maria’s eyes brimmed with tears. ‘It is a pleasure. I cannot thank you enough.’ They sat on a park bench. Mathilda was sitting up, observing everything with unusual interest. ‘She’s a lovely child,’ said Maria. Mary Anne murmured a reply. Her eyes were elsewhere, her attention caught by a man in a trench coat walking along the path at the side of the bowling green. She fancied he had been staring at them. 19 Lizzie and the wing commander had been travelling between airfields, ‘co-ordinating events’ as Hunter liked to call it, when he’d spotted a dog fight in the distance. Streaks of white vapour trail criss-crossed the sky as the Messerschmitt and the Spitfire locked horns above the English countryside. In their midst was a low-flying bomber, the bone of contention between the two. Hunter got out a pair of binoculars. Lizzie shaded her eyes with her hand. ‘They’re chasing the bomber.’ ‘Correction,’ Hunter said slowly. ‘The Spitfire is chasing the”
― Lizzie Lane, A Wartime Family

“retrieved”
― Lizzie Lane, Wartime Sweethearts

“she”
― Lizzie Lane, Wartime Sweethearts

“But”
― Lizzie Lane, Home Sweet Home

“tickle even the most sceptical of taste buds. I use the word “sceptical” because jam isn’t always real jam, cream isn’t always real”
― Lizzie Lane, War Baby

“themselves alone.”
― Lizzie Lane, The Tobacco Girls

“an”
― Lizzie Lane, A New Doctor at Orchard Cottage Hospital

“way”
― Lizzie Lane, Wartime Sweethearts

“but centred on Charlie Talbot. ‘You haven’t asked me about my husband.’ ‘I presume he’s left.’ ‘He’s got a new job. It takes him away from home.’ She sensed a quizzical look from him, but he said nothing. It occurred to her that he might know more about Roy than she did. Although they were at opposite ends of the political spectrum, she thought it likely that they kept tabs on each other.”
― Lizzie Lane, New Neighbours for Coronation Close