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There's no such thing as a tax on happiness," Helen said, rubbing her forehead. The countess regarded her with rueful sympathy. "My poor girl... it certainly can't be had for free.

At least work keeps you from your vices," Win quipped one evening before supper, rubbing his hair affectionately as she joined him in the parlor. "I happen to like my vices," Leo told her. "That's why I went to the trouble of acquiring them." - Win & Leo

I do appreciate, Ernestine, that your first instinct is not to prevent me from doing something scandalous, but to help me get away with it.

Revenge,' he said softly, 'is the act of a despicable and petty character. Which is no doubt why I've always enjoyed it so much.

You're not supposed to be on the bed," he told the puppy. "It's contractually prohibited.

Honesty is overrated. As someone once said, 'Secrecy is the first essential in affairs of the heart.' " "It was the Duc de Richelieu," said Lillian, who had read the same book of philosophy during their schoolroom lessons. "And the accurate quote is, 'Secrecy is the first essential in affairs of the State .' " "He was French, though," Daisy argued. "I'm sure he meant the heart as well.

Following Westcliff, Lord St. Vincent paused just long enough to murmur to Amelia, "Although most advice should be distrusted, particularly when it comes to myself... keep an open mind, Miss Hathaway. One should never look a rich husband in the mouth." He winked at her and left, striding to the back terrace along with Westcliff.

It depends on whether the monkey is more intelligent than we are." "I'm rather afraid of the answer," Harry replied dryly. - Beatrix & Harry

Something else is bothering you. Tell me what it is and I'll fix it." "You can't." "Try me.

What a ferocious creature you are," St. Vincent said, laughing. "I pity Westcliff if he crosses you again. In fact, I think I should warn him…

False modesty is evidence of secret pride, Mr. Winterborne

If I ever get arrested," I said, "you will be my one phone call. Bail me out—that's what you can do." "If you ever get arrested," Sofia said, "I'll already be in jail as your accomplice.

You... you are so...' She couldn't even think of a suitable word. 'I know. Woefully primitive.' Laughter threaded through his voice. 'But I must be tolerated, because I'm a man and I really can't help it.

I'm shocked," St. Vincent said gravely, "but I'll recover." Looking around them as if to ascertain that he wouldn't be overheard, he whispered conspiratorially, "I'm not really a gentleman, you know.

Marks, in case you hadn't noticed, other servants don't snap out orders to their masters. So if you don't mind-" "You're not my master," she had the never to say, glaring insolently at him. Oh, I'd like to be, Leo thought in a quick, angry flush of arousal...

Writing books about whores... I'll bet you newer... joined giblets wiv a man in your lily-white life.' Dr. Hindley and Worthy began to reprove him, but Sara smiled quizzically. ' "Joined giblets?" ...I've never heard it put that way before.

It's a sin." "How do you know?" "Because it feels like one

There is nothing wrong with being an ordinary person, is there?" "No. But you're not ordinary- or you never would have come to me instead of marrying cousin Eustace." "I was desperate." "That wasn't the entire reason." His low voice sounded like a purr. "You also had a taste for the devil.

She's not a lunatic," Daisy told her sister. "She's a New Yorker.

It has occurred to me," she ventured, "that the family temperament isn't well suited to stewardship." Amusement glinted in his eyes. "Speaking as a man who has the family temperament in full measure, I agree. I wish I could claim to have a mother from steady, pragmatic stock, to balance out the Ravenel wildness. Unfortunately she was worse.

Sell the damned estate, Devon. You owe nothing to those people. Eversby Priory isn't your birthright." Devon sent him a sardonic glance. "Then how did I end up with it?" "By bloody accident!

Think of it this way-going to bed naked is better for the environment." "Oh, shut up." "Come on, Ella. Sleep green.

He looked up at her, a spill of black silk falling down to his eyes. He was so vibrant, so dark and beautiful, his skin like polished rosewood.

He's only trying to minimize the casualties. You can't blame him for that." "Tell me what I can blame him for, then." "In this situation?" A note of apology entered his voice. "Being realistic." Kathleen gave him a reproachful glance.