She poked him in the center of his chest with two fingers to punctuate her words. โYou are an unfeelingโโpoke โโtraitorousโโpokeโโmistrustingโโpokeโโrudeโโpoke โโbooby!โ Every poke turned him mortal, but Lord Maccon didnโt seem to mind it in the least. Instead he grabbed the hand that poked him and brought it to his lips. โYou put it very well, my love.
Gail CarrigerStop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here
Gail CarrigerOh, Herbert," she said pleadingly to her silent husband, "you must make him marry her! Call for the parson immediately! Look at them... they are...," she sputtered, "canoodling!
Gail Carriger