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“Predictably, it was Benedict. “Do you live here?” Sophie asked dryly. “No,” he said, plopping down into the chair next to her, “although my mother is constantly telling me to make myself right at home.” She could think of no witty rejoinder, so she merely “hmmphed” and stuck her nose back in her book.”
― Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman

“Abruptly, the countess let go of her chin. “I don’t want to see you,” she hissed. “You are never to speak to me, and you shall endeavor never to be in my company. Furthermore, you are not to speak to Rosamund and Posy except during lessons. They are the daughters of the house now, and should not have to associate with the likes of you. Do you have any questions?”
― Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman

“She doesn’t appear to be enjoying your attentions,” Benedict said quietly. “She likes it just fine,” Cavender replied with a grin. “Fine enough for me, anyway.” “But not,” Benedict said, stepping forward, “for me.”
― Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman

“I doubt it. She’ll give you a bit of latitude, I’m sure, considering we’re to be married in three days.” “Three days?” she yelped. “I thought you said next week.” “Three days is next week.” Sophie frowned. “Oh. You’re right. Monday, then?”
― Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman