I have seen what comes of being patient," Amanda said with a boding look. "And I have no opinion of it." "What does come of it?" Inquired Sir Gareth. "Nothing!

O God, I love you to the edge of madness, Venetia, but I'm not mad yet--not so mad that I don't know how disastrous it might be to you--to us both! You don't realize what an advantage I should be taking of your innocence!

Will you marry me, vile and abominable girl that you are? Yes, but, mind, it only to save my neck from being wrung!

I remember only what interests me.

I don't know how it is...but you seem to think me something wonderful, and indeed, I am not.

Well, you have the right to make a sacrifice of yourself, but I'll be damned if I'll let you sacrifice me!

Has no one ever told you that it is the height of impropriety to kiss any gentleman, unless you have the intention of accompanying him immediately to the altar?