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.

The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

There was plenty of life left and if he had to he would use it all to get her back. The time had passed for making promises to her-all that was left for him was to act.

What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.

Oh yes, well, I find myself unconventional everywhere.

It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.

Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery.