She tilted her head to one side, considering him. "Do you love me?" "Love is a trick and a sham. A foolish plague and a lie and a torment." "Do you love me?" she repeated, quite calmly. Knowing the answer. "Yes, may it curse my soul." "May it save your soul," she said.

She tilted her head to one side, considering him. "Do you love me?" "Love is a trick and a sham. A foolish plague and a lie and a torment." "Do you love me?" she repeated, quite calmly. Knowing the answer. "Yes, may it curse my soul." "May it save your soul," she said.

If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days.

If we don't risk it all, we may as well not write at all.

After all, if spinster chaperons required their own spinster chaperons there simply wouldn't be enough to go around.

She had the underwear of a thirteen-year-old, as well, he thought. He glanced back at her. But the shoes of a courtesan.

The best thing to do if you start thinking such things (falling in love) is to lie down and wait for it to pass. It always does.