She bowed her head, clasping her hands tightly before her upon the arm of his chair, for her heart yearned towards him, yet could not reach him, and it made her throat ache with unhappiness to meet that look of his that rested on her face without seeing it.
Georgette HeyerYouโve no more for me than I have for you.โ Considerably disconcerted by this direct attack, she stammered: โHow can you say so? When I am sure I have always been most sincerely attached to you!โ โYou deceive yourself, sister: not to me, but to my purse!
Georgette HeyerThere is nothing so mortifying as to fall in love with someone who does not share one's sentiments.
Georgette Heyer