Turn right up ahead," he directed. "It'll take us directly to my cottage." She did as he asked. "Does your cottage have a name?" "My Cottage." "I might have known," she muttered. He smirked. Quite a feat, in her opinion, since he looked sick as a dog. "I'm not kidding," he said. Sure enough, in another minute they pulled up in front of an elegant country house, complete with a small, unobtrusive sign in front reading, MY COTTAGE
Julia QuinnFelicity," Mrs. Featherington interurupted, "why don't you tell Mr. Brdgerton about your watercolors?" For the life of him, Colin couldn't imagine a less interesting topic (except maybe for Phillipa's watercolors), but he nonetheless turned to the youngest Featherington with a friendly smile and asked, "And how are your watercolors?" But Felicity, bless her heart, gave him a rather friendly smile herself and said nothing but, "I imagine they're fine, thank you.
Julia QuinnThen it's settled," Harriet said. "We shall work out the smaller roles later.""What about you?" Elizabeth demanded."Oh, I'm going to be the goddess of the sun and moon.""The tale gets stranger and stranger," Daniel said."Just wait until act seven," Miss Wynter told him."Seven?" His head snapped up. "There are seven acts?""Twelve," Harriet corrected, "but don't worry, you're in only eleven of them. Now then, Miss Wynter, when do you propose that we begin our rehearsals? And may we do so out of doors? There is a clearing by the gazebo that would be ideal.
Julia QuinnSuddenly it was too hard to be in his presence, too painful to know that he would belong to someone else.
Julia QuinnI don't like your tone," was Violet's standard answer when one of her children was winning an argument.
Julia QuinnIโm not certain youโd know the right sort of man for you if he arrived on our doorstep riding an elephant.โ โI would think the elephant would be a fairly good indication that I ought to look elsewhere.
Julia QuinnHow do you feel?โ she asked, trying to fluff his pillow. โOther than terrible, I mean.โ He moved his head slightly to the side. It seemed to be a sickly interpretation of a shrug. โOf course youโre feeling terrible,โ she clarified, โbut is there any change? More terrible? Less terrible?โ He made no response. โThe same amount of terrible?
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