A young lady's most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.

Life was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.

As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.

We see our sins reflected everywhere: in the pallor of our intimates’ faces, in the scratching of tree branches against windows, in the strange movements of everyday objects. These may be messages from God or tricks of the eye, but in neither case are we permitted to ignore them.

She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.

She was a vision in a white gown her dark hair forming a hazy halo around her rosy heart-shaped face. Her long lashes fluttered to touch her cheeks and then her eyes opened fully in his direction. Her small round mouth flexed in an immediate and knowing smile. That's the girl I'm going to marry Henry thought.

A young lady's most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.