Made­lyne, I Would Like To Speak To

You Have Many Flaws, He Announced... “but There Was One Flaw That Made All The Other Imperfections Pale In Comparison.” “was?” She Asked. “i Don't Have This Flaw Any Longer?” “no, You Don't.” “pray Tell,” She Muttered In Exasperation, “what Was This Terrible Flaw?” He Grinned. “you Used To Be English.

Yet You Told Him You Loved Him?" "yes, I Did." Bridgid Was Clearly Impressed. "you're More Courageous Than I Am. The Fear Of Being Rejected Pains Me To Even Think About, Yet You Boldly Told Brodick How You Felt, Even Though He Hadn't Spoken His Feelings." "actually, He Told Me I Loved Him.

The Chaos Surrounding Her Was Confusing. Everyone Was Suddenly Talking At The Same Time. Perhaps She Should Try To Swoon After All, Christine Considered. No, The Settee Was Already Taken, And The Floor Didn't Look All That Appealing. She Settled On Wringing Her Hands. It Was The Best She Could Do To Look Upset.

I Love You. We’re Getting Married, And That’s The Way It Is. Get Used To It.

She Sat Down At The Table And Spent A Good Hour Talking About Her Husband. She Told Judith How They'd Met, How He Relentlessly Pursued Her, And Finished By Mentioning Just A Hundred Or Two Of His Special Qualities. The Only Thing The Man Wasn't Capable Of Was Walking On Water… Yet. Judith Made That Comment When Her Friend Paused For Breath.