Fencing Isn't Really Fighting. It's More Like

Hunt Seemed Similarly Indifferent To The Show, His Head Inclined Toward Hers, His Gaze Locked On Her Face. Though His Breathing Remained Soft And Disciplined, It Seemed To Her That Its Rhythm Had Changed Ever So Slightly. Annabelle Moistened Her Dry Lips. “you …you Mustn’t Stare At Me Like That.” Soft As The Murmur Was, He Caught It. “with You Here, Nothing Else Is Worth Looking At.

She Had Discovered That The Best Remedy For Heartache Was Trying To Make Herself Useful To Others.

I Never Take Advice, Good Or Bad. That Would Only Encourage More Of It.

So You Actually Need Spectacles,” Leo Finally Said. “of Course I Do,” Marks Said Crossly. “why Would I Wear Spectacles If I Didn’t Need Them?” “i Thought They Might Be Part Of Your Disguise.” “my Disguise?” “yes, Marks, Disguise. A Noun Describing A Means Of Concealing Someone’s Identity. Often Used By Clowns And Spies. And Now Apparently Governesses. Good God, Can Anything Be Ordinary For My Family?

I'm Coming To Believe That There Are Two Kinds Of People... Those Who Choose To Be Masters Of Their Own Fate And Those Who Wait In Chairs While Other Dance. I Would Rather Be One Of The Former Than The Latter.