Miss Grantham gave a shriek. 'You have trifled with me!' she said, into the folds of her handkerchief. 'You promised me marriage, and now you mean to cast me off for Another!
Georgette HeyerMy dear girl, you don't consent to an abduction! You consent to an elopement, and I knew you wouldn't do that.
Georgette HeyerMiss Trent regarded her thoughtfully. "Well, it's an odd circumstance, but I've frequently observed that whenever you boast of your beauty you seem to lose some of it. I expect it must be the change in your expression." Startled, Tiffany flew to gaze anxiously into the ornate looking-glass which hung above the fireplace. "Do I?" she asked naively. "Really do I, Ancilla?" "Yes, decidedly," replied Miss Trent, perjuring her soul without the least hesitation.
Georgette HeyerI can't imagine what possessed you to propose to me." "Well that will give you something to puzzle over any time you can't sleep.
Georgette Heyer