We are English, and I expect you to behave as such. No more crying.

It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.

The mere suggestion of fame and fortune casts a glamour all its own. It is rather alarming how quickly people will turn someone else's fiction into fact in order to support their own fictions of themselves.

Everyone seems to want more form me. I am a thoroughly disappointing girl around. I shall wear a scarlet 'D' upon my bosom for all to see so that they will know not to raise their expectations.

How can my ankles and arms be obscene?

If God has nothing better to do than punish schoolgirls for a bit of tomfoolery, then I've no use for God.

But...you could have whatever you wished." "Exactly," he says, nuzzling my neck. "But," I say, "you could turn stones to rubies or ride in a fine gentleman's carriage." Kartik puts his hands on either side of my face. "To each his own magic," he says and kisses me again.