Floote, what is going on? Do they think I am contagious? Should I assure them I was born with a nose this size?

Lord Maccon was built like a brick outhouse, with opinions twice as unmoving and often equally full of crap.

These things, regrettably, are bound to occur when one is married and befriended.

Madame Lefoux shrugged. "I do not know about that, my lady. I mean to say, one's life is one thing; one's technology is an entirely different matter.

Captain Niall, having apparently resigned himself to losing his quarry, was savaging her horsehair petticoat into teeny, tiny shreds. "Really, what did my poor petticoat do to offend?

Poetry can cause irreparable harm when misapplied

Spin the parasol three times and repeat after me: I shield in the name of fashion. I accessorize for one and all. Pursuit of truth is my passion. This I vow by the great parasol.