But we were talking about me and my problems." Sophronia looked Monique up and down gravely. "I don't think we're going to solve those in the space of one carriage ride.
Gail CarrigerAlexia had spent long hours wondering over that mustache. Werewolves did not grow hair, as they did not age. Where had it come from? Had he always had it? For how many centuries had his poor abused upper lip labored under the burden of such vegetation?
Gail CarrigerStop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here
Gail CarrigerWell, my love,โ said Alexia with prodigious daring to Lord Maccon, โshall we?โ The earl started to move forward and then stopped abruptly and looked down at her, not moving at all. โAm I?โ โAre you what?โ She peeked up at him through her tangled hair, pretending confusion. There was no possible way she was going to make this easy for him. โYour love?โ โWell, you are a werewolf, Scottish, naked, and covered in blood, and I am still holding your hand.โ He sighed in evident relief. โGood. That is settled, then.
Gail CarrigerI mean to say, really, I am near to developing a neurosis - is there anyone around who doesn't want to study or kill me?" Floote raised a tentative hand. "Ah, yes, thank you, Floote." "There is also Mrs Tunstell, madam," he offered hopefully, is if Ivy were some kind of consolation prize. "I notice you don't mention my fair-weather husband." "I suspect, at this moment, madam, he probably wants to kill you." Alexia couldn't help smiling. "Good point.
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