Floote, what is going on? Do they think I am contagious? Should I assure them I was born with a nose this size?
Gail CarrigerHe nuzzled in at her neck kissing and licking her softly just below her ear. โJust a moment โ he said. โI need a small reminder that you are here you are whole and you are mine.
Gail CarrigerOh, Lady Maccon, I am unreservedly in love with her. That black hair, that sweet disposition, those capital hats.
Gail CarrigerWhatโs that?โ she asked the girl, wrinkling her nose. โOh, that? Thatโs just Pillover.โ โAnd whatโs a pillover, when itโs at home?โ โMy little brother.โ โAh, I commiserate. I have several of my own. Dashed inconvenient, brothers.
Gail Carriger"My father," she admitted, "was of Italian extraction. Unfortunately, not an affliction that can be cured." She paused. "Though he did die."
Gail CarrigerLord Macon deposited his wife into a chair and then knelt next to her, clutching one of her hands. "Tell me truthfully - how are you feeling?" Alexia took a breath. "Truthfully? I sometimes wonder if I, like Madame Lefoux, should affect masculine dress." "Gracious me, why?" "You mean aside from the issue of greater mobility?" "My love, I don't think that's currently the result of your clothing." "Indeed, I mean after the baby." "I still don't see why should want to." "Oh no? I dare you to spend a week in a corset, long skirts and a bustle." "How do you know I haven't?
Gail Carriger