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320 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 6, 2015
“I would do? …Because I am convenient? Or because I am entirely unworthy of marriage?”
His tone froze her fingers, and she withdrew her hand to her lap. “Because” – she raised her own chin - “You bathe regularly and are not bad looking. As I mentioned previously.”
“I may swoon.”
"And he had wondered how bright her hair would appear under the cold northern sky."
"You may call me Joss."
"Joss." She tested it out.
He nodded.
She nodded back. It felt...good. As though the window separating her from the world had opened, just a crack
"My hands are always cold," she said.
"Then I always want to hold them."
"The ultimate intimacy happens when two people want nothing more than to be together, and when being together is a pleasure in itself. When the joining of bodies is more than a lust slaked; it's heart to heart and mind to mind."
"No one had a perfect life. Everyone lied sometimes, even if when they say I'm quite well, thank you. Augusta had been selfish, so selfish, to act as though her pain was worse. As though she had no hope for recovery. To convince herself that, because she had not been loved once, she could not be loved, and so words of love ought never to be trusted again.
You are worthy, Joss had told her. Just as you are.
And this was the other direction in which life could slope. A man could be knit together in trickery and scandal, yet become steadfast and honorable.
And wickedly, beautifully honest."
"I cannot allow anyone to have that sort of control over me. Once I trusted a man too much, and he abandoned me. This time, I shall do the choosing. All I require is a lover. I will take him, then leave him, when I see fit."
- loc 190
"I try to wish," he said in a calm voice, "for what I know I might attain. For respectable employment for a reasonable wage. For a reasonable employer."
- loc 1895
"You would do, Mr. Everett."
He froze halfway to a stand, eyes fixed on Augusta's gloved hand on his sleeve. "I would do?" Dropping into his chair again, he added, "I presume you mean as a lover?"
"Yes."
He lifted his chin, looking down his high-bridged nose at her. "Because I am convenient? Or because I am entirely unworthy of marriage?"
His tone froze her fingers, and she withdrew her hand to her lap. "Because" -- she raised her own chin -- "you bathe regularly and are not bad looking. As I mentioned previously."
"I may swoon."
- loc 202 (their first encounter in Bath)
"But if it's all right with you, I would like to stay here for a short while and be Augusta."
"Were you concerned that you might become someone else?"
"Yes. Or -- maybe concerned that I would not. I'm not sure how to tell." She lifted her head, then traced an ancient scar in the wood of the desk. "Every caller for Mrs. Flowers requires me to lie more and say less. I can't say anything that's true of my real self; I have to be so careful. And so I wind up saying nothing and smiling like a doll."
- loc1668
Everyone had something grieve, did they not? A leg, a parent, an inconstant lover. There was always something more that could be lost.
Which meant there was always something for which to be grateful.
- loc 1542