I might be a wicked girl who'd think nothing of eating a baby for breakfast, but I'd never allow myself to get expelled. It's far too public.
Franny BillingsleyI was asking about lust, wasnสผt I? I was fairly certain of it. But isnสผt love supposed to come before lust? It does in the dictionary.
Franny BillingsleyThatโs where proper stories begin, donโt they, when the handsome stranger arrives and everything goes wrong?
Franny BillingsleyI should hate to be a regular girl with a sugar-plum voice. I should hate to have swan-like lashes, and a thick, sooty neck. I sound as though Iโm joking, I know, but I should truly hate to be like Leanne, so charming and ordinary and stuffed with clichรฉd feelings. Iโm glad Iโm the ice maiden. Who wants to be crying over every stray dog? Not I. Scratch my surface and what do you see? More surface.
Franny BillingsleyHe scooped up my arm, swung me round. โLet go, Cecil,โ I said. โIโve a strange dislike of being forced.โ โBut Briony,โ he said, โIโm so full of good spirits. I could walk to London, I think!โ Why didnโt he?
Franny BillingsleyI have some questions about betrayal,โ I said. โThink about this: A person who calls you his best friend, and says he has dinner plans with you, goes off with a beautiful woman, saying heโll be back directly, then makes you wait half an hour because heโs kissing the woman in the alley. Is that betrayal?โ โOh, Lord.โ Eldric tossed back his wine.
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