Do you forget that I am your sister?โ โNo; Iโve never been granted the opportunity to forget it.
Georgette HeyerDo you recall Fred Merriville?โ She stared at him. โFred Merriville? Pray, what has he to say to anything?โ โThe poor fellow has nothing to say: heโs dead, alas!
Georgette HeyerThe Marquis believed himself to be hardened against flattery. He thought that he had experienced every variety, but he discovered that he was mistaken: the blatantly worshipful look in the eyes of a twelve-year-old, anxiously raised to his, was new to him, and it pierced his defences.
Georgette Heyer