Quotes About Marquess

imagine the ton would leap from London Bridge if the marquess did it first. Mind you, he'd land on a cart carrying a feather mattress when he did it, whilst the rest of London would splatter.

When Phoebe glanced back at the marquess he swiftly lifted that rogue lock of hair, pointed at his forehead and mouthed: Good aim. She clapped a hand over her mouth. Dear God, he was sporting a bruise! So that's where she'd clocked him with his hat! And this explained the forelock.

No, Lord Waterburn threatened to shoot us for singing." Waterburn had no patience for such whimsy. "I did no such thing," he said flatly. "I might have done, however," the marquess teased. "Depending upon the song.

Everyone was staring at them, and for that reason she forced herself to smile and to act as though it was nothing at all to be dragged across the room by a man she'd only just met. When she heard one woman whisper in a loud voice that she and the Marquess made a striking couple, she lost her smile. Yes, she did feel like hitting Lyon, but it was certainly uncomplimentary of the woman to make such a remark.

The host in question, the chapel's owner, Grayson Boscastle, the fifth Marquess of Sedgecroft, sat thinking that the bride had the most appealing derriere he hadseen in quite a long time. Not that he made a point of lusting after young women in wedding dresses, but he had been staring at the back of her for over two hours now.

There are things in this world, she said steadily, still holding Zane's eyes, that defy easy words. There are things in this world worth protecting, fragile things, secret things. Things that would do great harm should they ever be handled carelessly. Rue. The marquess loomed just beyond her. Things like magic. She touched a finger to Zane's cheek, a shock of warmth. Things like love. -Rue, Zane, & Kit

empty glass. "The situation of Miss Dalling and the Marquess does seem to be of some urgency—but how much of that derives

It is most degrading. And a marquess, no less, Bridget. He could not even be a simple mister or perhaps a baronet. Oh, no, he has to be a marquess.

You are, after all, a marquess. I sometimes forget that I am such an exalted personage, he said. I suppose that is the reason you are marrying me, Diana, is it? So that you may be a marchioness? Yes, she said. You mean you thought there might be some other reason?

Jules could have sworn there was a devilish glint in the shopkeepers eye. 'I find today I am in need of a bonnet.' Mr. Postlethwaite was silent. And then his eyes crept toward the marquess's hairline. 'It will be a gift for a woman, Mr. Postlethwaite.' 'Of course, sir.' The marquess wished the 'of course' sounded a bit more sincere. He'd scarcely been in the shop for more than three minutes and already his dignity was fraying.

I'm a monster," said the shadow of the Marquess suddenly. "Everyone says so." The Minotaur glanced up at her. "So are we all, dear," said the Minotaur kindly. "The thing to decide is what kind of monster to be. The kind who builds towns or the kind who breaks them.

I'm a monster," said the shadow of the Marquess suddenly. "Everybody says so." "So are we all, dear." said the Minotaur kindly. "The thing to decide is what kind of monster to be. The kind who builds towns or the kind that breaks them.

I can never remember my dreams," said the shadow of the Marquess quietly. "You must have had rich, tasty ones then. When you can't remember a dream, it's because a Baku ate it.

Is she very terrible?" The Green Wind frowned into his brambly beard. "All little girls are terrible, " he admitted finally, "but the Marquess, at least, has a very fine hat.

All little girls are terrible,' he admitted finally. 'but the Marquess, at least, has a very fine hat

The Green Wind frowned into his brambly beard. "All little girls are terrible," he admitted finally, "but the Marquess, at least, has a very fine hat.

I purpose to relate to you of a marquess, not an act of magnificence, but a monstrous folly, which, albeit good ensued to him thereof in the end, I counsel not any to imitate, for it was a thousand pities that weal betided him thereof.