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The Swan Thieves How We Deal with Gravity

She wasn’t quite certain how to respond to that, so she just nodded, surreptitiously studying him while his gaze was still fixed on the window. He was bigger than she’d imagined him, rougher-looking, less urbane. His letters had been so charming and well written; she’d pictured him to be more . . . smooth. More slender, perhaps, certainly not given to fat, but still, less muscled. He looked as if he worked outside like a laborer, especially in those rough trousers and shirt with no cravat. And even though he’d written that his hair was brown, she’d always imagined him as a dark blond, looking rather like a poet (why she always pictured poets with blond hair she did not know). But his hair was exactly as he’d described it—brown, a rather dark shade, actually, bordering on black, with an unruly wave to it. His eyes were brown, much the same shade as his hair, so dark they were utterly unreadable.

You call that fighting? It was four against one!He shrugged. I never said it was fair fighting.

City of Fallen Angels (The Mortal Instruments #4)

You’re incorrigible.An interesting adjective considering your recent activities.Eloise felt herself flush.

Death's Shadow (The Demonata #7)

Very well, Anthony said, his brisk tone signaling a change of topic. Here is what we are going to do.And Eloise knew that whatever he said, it was what she’d be doing. His voice was that resolute.

You will pack your bags immediately, Anthony said, and we will all travel to My Cottage and remain there for a week.

Eloise nodded. My Cottage was the rather odd name of Benedict’s home, situated not too far from Romney Hall in Wiltshire. He lived there with his wife Sophie and their three sons. It wasn’t a particularly large home, but it was comfortable, and there was certainly enough room for a few extra Bridgertons.She looked quite lovely, Trevelstam added.

Indeed, indeed, Hardwick said. Good woman. I’d go after her myself if I weren’t already shackled to Lady Hardwick.Small favors and all that, Michael decided.

Me Before You (Me Before You #1)

She mourned the old earl for how long? Hardwick asked. Six years?As the old earl had been but twenty-eight at the time of his death, Michael found the comment somewhat offensive, but there seemed little point in attempting to change Lord Hardwick’s customary bad judgment and behavior at this late stage in his life-and from the size and ruddiness of him, he was clearly going to keel over at any time. Right now, in fact, if Michael was lucky.

He glanced across the table. Still alive.Four years, he said succinctly. My cousin died four years ago.

Four, six, whatever, Hardwick said with a shrug. It’s still a bloody long time to black the windows.I believe she was in half-mourning for some time, Trevelstam put in.

Eh? Really? Hardwick took a swig of his drink, then wiped his mouth rather sloppily with a handkerchief. All the same for the rest of us when you think about it. She wasn’t looking for a husband ‘til now.No, Michael said, mostly because Hardwick had actually stopped talking for a few seconds.

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