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236 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 20, 2011
He drew in his breath. His dark gaze was a mixture of longing and trepidation that made my heart feel so full it threatened to spill over. His head bent until his forehead rested against mine, and his hand slid through my loosened hair. His voice was an unsteady murmur. “I love you, Georgiana. I may not be sure of anything else— perhaps not even who I am right now. But I am sure of that.”;-)
it is frightening what lies people can make themselves certain of, just because they are determined to accept the lies as true.
It must be far worse, I think, to lose all hope of freedom when you have been given just a taste.
It’s just that it seems to me that what is a terrible hardship to one person may seem trivially small to another, but that does not necessarily make the hardship any the less hard to bear for the one who suffers it.
Your own thoughts can sound unfamiliar and strange when they are out there, spoken in the world, as though they have taken on a life of their own.
Fate really does have a very peculiar sense of humour at times.

Even my Aunt de Bourge ha stopped resenting my brother's marrying Elizabeth quite so much. Though of course for my aunt, that means merely tat she waits until Elizabeth is out of the room to speak of 'my nephew's unfortunate marriage' in the same tone you might hear at a funeral.
Elizabeth only laughs, though, and says she's glad, for it gives her the upper hand and makes Fitzwilliam feel he is lucky she consented to marry him, despite his horrible relations.
But of course there was too great a difference in our ages for us to be close confidants.