Do 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 Heyer[...]if you talk any more flummery to me, Frederica, I shall give you one of myโerโicy set-downs!โ(Alverstoke)
Georgette HeyerNo one could have called Mr. Standen quick-witted, but the possession of three sisters had considerably sharpened his instinct of self-preservation.
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 HeyerI don't know what you may have seen fit to tell her, Venetia, but so far as I understand it you could think of nothing better to do than to beguile her with some farrago about wishing Damerel to strew rose-leaves for you to walk on!" Damerel, who had resumed his seat, had been staring moodily into the fire, but at these words he looked up quickly. "Rose-leaves?" His eyes went to Venetia's face, wickedly quizzing her. "But my dear girl, at this season?" "Be quiet, you wretch!" she said, blushing.
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