Quotes About Intrigue

pulped books. That was intended to explain the screaming. Machines

gentlemen, you are, as i am, in search of a woman who, must have passed this way, for i see a corpse.

Because after a time having a secret and nobody knowing you have a secret is no fun. And although you don't want others to know what the secret is, you want them to at least know you have one.

Finding a secret can make everything else unimportant, you know.

why was Weeks virtually

how a force of six or eight fight­ing men could have done so un­ob­served is be­yond me. We shall soon know, how­ev­er, for here comes the roy­al psy­chol­ogist.

I at once ordered a secret search within the city, for every Martian noble maintains a secret service of his own.

To Jane the strange apparition of this god-like man was as wine to sick nerves.

Edgar Rice Burroughs

Magnifique! ejaculated the Countess de Coude, beneath her breath.

Edgar Wallace

They watched him walk away. Now, there's a fascinating fellow, Adele breathed. So charming, Pippa's grandmother sighed. He minces, Pippa said.

Then stay with me a little longer,' Madame Olenska said in a low tone, just touching his knee with her plumed fan. It was the lightest touch, but it thrilled him like a caress.

Oh, I am—it's much safer to be fond of dangerous people.

But she had the awful gift of omnipresence, of exercising her influence from a distance; so that while the old family friends and visitors at Longlands said, It's wonderful, now tactful Blanche is - how she keeps out of the young people's way, every member of the household, from its master to the last boots and scullion and gardener's boy, knew that Her Grace's eyes was on them all.

In this interpretative light Mrs. Grancy acquired the charm which makes some women's faces like a book of which the last page is never turned. There was always something new to read in her eyes.

At a stroke she had pricked the van der Luydens and they collapsed. He laughed, and sacrificed them.

What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.

Mrs. Grancy acquired the charm which makes some women's faces like a book of which the last page is never turned. There was always something new to read in her eyes. What Claydon read there—or at least such scattered

She could only gather, from the silences and evasions amid which she moved, that a woman had turned up—a woman who was of course dreadful, and whose dreadfulness appeared to include a sort of shadowy claim upon Arthur. But the claim, whatever it was, had been promptly discredited.

Ralph had never seen his way clearly in that dim underworld of affairs where men of the Moffatt and Driscoll type moved like shadowy destructive monsters beneath the darting small fry of the surface.

Had he already inspired a passion in some stranger's heart?

Is that Rococo, Pascal?" Chrissie said as she stood by the missus's desk, peering into the nests of pigeonholes and cubbies. "Oh, don't touch there or you'll be shot," Pascal said, because it was where the missus kept her souvenirs, love letters from men before him, locks of hair, dried shamrock, and the words of songs that she rehearsed for her parties. Her family was musical

suddenly the window flew open, swung back and forth on its hinges, as if something was about to come in, and she waited in dread for what that something might be.