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“Oakley won't," the duke said.

She turned and blinked. "I beg your pardon."

"Lord Oakley. He won't forget to find us rooms. I've known him for years. The only thing that is making this bearable is that he must be dying inside over all this."

"You don't like him?"

"On the contrary. I've long considered him a friend. It's why I enjoy his misery so much.”
― Julia Quinn, The Lady Most Willing...

“Miss Burns needs air," the duke announced and before anyone could offer an opinion, he scooped her up in his arms and said, "I'm taking her inside."

And just like that, all the chill left the air. Catriona allowed herself the indulgence of resting her cheek against Bretton's chest, and as she lay there, listening to the steady beat of his heart, she could not help but think that this was where she was meant to be.

But then, of course, Lord Oakley had to spoil the whole thing. "You're taking her inside so she might get air?"

"Shut up," the duke said.”
― Julia Quinn, The Lady Most Willing...

“Rehearsels, actually."
"Rehearsals?"
"For the-"
Oh,no.
"-musicale."
The Smythe-Smith musical.It finished off what the Crusades had begun.There wasn't a man alive who could maintain a romantic thought when faced with the memory-or the threat-of a Smythe-Smith musicale.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“How marvelous books are, crossing worlds and centuries, defeating ignorance and, finally, cruel time itself.”
― Gore Vidal, Julian