Sir Richard sighed. "Rid yourself of the notion that I cherish any villainous designs upon your person," he said. "I imagine I might well be your father. How old are you?" "I am turned seventeen." "Well, I am nearly thirty," said Sir Richard. Miss Creed worked this out. "You couldn't possibly be my father!" "I am far too drunk to solve arithmetical problems. Let it suffice that I have not the slightest intention of making love to you.
Georgette HeyerI was under the impression that I warned you that in London country ways will not do, Frederica!โ โYou did!โ she retorted. โAnd although I canโt say that I paid much heed to your advice it so happens that I am accompanied today by my aunt!โ โWho adds invisibility to her other accomplishments!
Georgette HeyerMiss Grantham's sense of humour got the better of her at this point, and, tottering towards a chair, she sank into it, exclaiming in tragic accents:'Oh Heavens! I am betrayed!' His lordship blenched; both he and miss Laxton regarded her with guilty dismay. Miss Grantham buried her face in her handkerchief, and uttered one shattering word: 'Wretch!
Georgette HeyerThose fine eyes of hers had a disconcertingly direct gaze, and very often twinkled in a manner disturbing to male egotism. She had common-sense too, and what man wanted the plainly matter-of-fact, when he could enjoy instead Sophia's delicious folly?
Georgette HeyerShe stretched out her hand, saying, โVernon! My dear, what a delightful surprise!โ โWhatโs surprising about it?โ he enquired, lifting his black brows. โDidnโt you ask me to come?โ The smile remained pinned to Lady Buxtedโs lips, but she replied with more than a touch of acidity: โTo be sure I did, but so many days ago that I supposed you had gone out of town!โ โOh, no!โ he said, returning her smile with one of great sweetness.
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