Quotes About Balogh

Every...woman, the old lady said, loves a ...rogue.

Hugo could cheerfully have died of mortification - if such a mass of contradictions had been possible.

If only the devil were feminine - perhaps he (she) was; no one had ever seemed to think of that - he would readily believe that her pseudonym was Daisy Morrison.

I do hope you have not made it an impassioned speech, the duke said doubtfully. That would not be my style at all, you know.

Oh, I say, someone said enthusiastically, do I smell a wager?

It would be foolish to pretend boredom, she said with some scorn. Surely soon one would be bored in good earnest.

It is a long story, I'm afraid, sir. Yes, he agreed, they usually are.

For a timeless, frozen moment their eyes met. Blank disbelief, sudden recognition, and shock flashed across his face all within seconds.

To Jane Austen, for making romance novels classics and keepers for generations.

He was asked, rhetorically, he guessed, if he supposed the irons would heat themselves, a question that was followed by a not particularly complimentary remark about men.

What had Robert said? Would he have sent any message for her? A message of regret, perhaps, like the very last words he had spoken to her? Would he perhaps have sent her a letter?

He looked windblown and out of breath and ... virile. What a horrid, shocking word. Where had that thought come from?