But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?

She bestowed the blessing of a wild girl's lips.

There are no wrong decisions ― only different ones.

They don't know what they're in for at Spence, getting me, a ghost of a girl who'll nod and smile and take her tea but who isn't really here.

I shan't ever understand your willingness to lie down and die," Felicity bars. "If you won't at least try to fight, I have no sympathy for you.

But aren't many gardens beautiful because they are imperfect?...aren't the strange, new flowers that arise by mistake or misadventure as pleasing as the well-tended and planned?

They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.