Even Alexia, spinster that she was, was given an allowance large enough to dress her to the height of fashionโ although she did tend to stick to trends a little too precisely. The poor thing could not help it. Her choice of clothing simply lacked soul.
Gail CarrigerOh, Professor Lyall, are you making a funny? It doesnโt suit you.โ The sandy-haired Beta gave Lady Maccon a dour look. โI am exploring new personality avenues.โ โWell, stop it.โ โYes, my lady.
Gail CarrigerVery well, Lord Maccon. If we are going to play this particular hand, would you be interested in becoming my...โ โMistress?
Gail CarrigerWith a resigned shrug, she screamed and collapsed into a faint. She stayed resolutely fainted, despite the liberal application of smelling salts, which made her eyes water most tremendously, a cramp in the back of one knee, and the fact that her new ball gown was getting most awfully wrinkled.
Gail Carriger