Phillip looked to Eloise. "Perhaps introductions are in order?" "Oh," Eloise said, gulping. "Yes, of course. These are my brothers." "I'd gathered," he said, his voice as dry as dust. She shot him an apologetic look, which, Phillip thought, was really the least she could do after nearly getting him tortured and killed, then turned to her brothers and motioned to each in turn, saying, "Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Gregory. These three," she added, motioning to A, B, and C, "are my elders. This one"โshe waved dismissively at Gregoryโ"is an infant.
Julia QuinnWhy donโt you purchase an Italian dictionary? I will assume the expense.โ โI have one,โ she said, โbut I donโt think itโs very good. Half the words are missing.โ โHalf?โ โWell, some,โ she amended. โBut truly, thatโs not the problem.โ He blinked, waiting for her to continue. She did. Of course. โI donโt think Italian is the authorโs native tongue,โ she said. โThe author of the dictionary?โ he queried. โYes. Itโs not terribly idiomatic.
Julia QuinnDeep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all.
Julia QuinnThere were rules among friends, commandments, really, and the most important one was Thou Shalt Not Lust After Thy Friend's Sister.
Julia QuinnMiss Wynter, I think you should be the evil queen,โ Harriet said. โThereโs an evil queen?โ Daniel echoed. With obvious delight. โOf course,โ Harriet replied. โEvery good play has an evil queen.โ Frances actually raised her hand. โAnd a unโโ โDonโt say it,โ Elizabeth growled. Frances crossed her eyes, put her knife to her forehead in an approximation of a horn, and neighed.
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