When a man wants a mystery, it is generally better to leave him mystified. Nobody loves a clever woman.

I have given my word that only death will take me from you.

I was born to be your rival,' she [Anne] said simply. 'And you mine. We're sisters, aren't we?

I would play ball with Catherine, and hide and seek: Not a very challenging game in an open meadow, but she was still at the age where she believed that if she shut her eyes and buried her head under a shawl then she could not be seen.

He may well speak French and Latin and half a dozen languages, but since he has nothing to say – what good are they?

Every woman has to have something which singles her out, which catches the eyes, which makes her the center of attention. I am going to be french.

He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.