Quotes About Wench

Where did you go to school?" Piers inquired. "Your all together too literate for a butler. Most bulters I know say things like as you wish, my lord, and leave it at that. Our conversations should be along these lines: Prufrock, bring me a wench and then you would say, as you wish.

Really; and you think this cousin pays her attentions? I only suppose so. What else can a strapping chap of twenty-one mean with a fine wench of seventeen?

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.

God knew she was a troublesome wench, with a tongue that could strip the barnacles off a ship's hull.

It should be worth the Courage Scar," said Harold from above, "don't you think so?" "What?" I asked. "Stealing a wench from the House of Saphrar and returning on a stolen tarn." "Undoubtedly," I grumbled. I found myself wondering if the Tuchuks had an Idiocy Scar.

Them Frenchies!' 'Unchristian, that's what I call 'em,' responded Mr. Stubbs severely. 'I fair compassionate that wench.

a swarthy young wench who had marked anomalies of feature and seemed to exude a perpetual odor of fish.

Adam gave me a scandalized look. Fraternizing with the enemy! he cried. For shame, wench!

These resemble no chicken fingers I've ever seen, lass. And I saw a fair amount of chickens in my day. There was this wench in the stables with the most remarkable . . . well, never mind that. You must grow fowl considerably larger now. I shudder to ponder the size of their beaks.

What do you think? he asked, his voice deep and commanding. I eyed him. Impressive, but too much. He leaned toward me, the blue eyes smoky with a promise I was shure he could fulfill. I tried not to think of the bedroom. Too much? Yes. I like the menace. It's very masculine, but he looks like he would screw everything in sight and call me 'wench

In times of stress Jack Aubrey had two main reactions: he either became aggressive or he became amorous; he longed either for the violent catharsis of action or for that of making love. He loved a battle: he loved a wench.

You aristocratic ladies and your gold-plated twats. You always think it's such a honor for me to touch you." He surveyed her with mocking green eyes. "You think you're the first high-kick wench I've ever had? I used to have blue-blooded bitches like you pay me to do this. You've gotten it for free.

Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.