Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Eleven Scandals to Start to Win a Duke's Heart

"I . . . hit him . . . elsewhere."
"Where?"
"In his . . .In his inguine."
"Oh, dear God." It was unclear whether Ralston's words were meant as prayer or blasphemy.
What was clear was that the woman was a gladiator.

"He called me a pie!" she announced, defensively. There was a pause. "Wait. That's not right."
"A tart?"
"Yes! That's it!

"Juliana?" the words were low and far too calm for her husband, who had found that he rather enjoyed the full spectrum of emotion now that he had experienced it.
"Yes?"
"What are you doing twenty feet in the air?"
"Looking for a book."
"Would you mind very much returning to the earth? What are you thinking, climbing to the rafters in your condition?"
"I am not an invalid, Simon, I still have use of all my extremes."
"You do indeed - particularly your extreme ability to try my patience. I believe, however, that you mean extremities."

Yes, she was a scandal.
Her brother simply didn't know it.
"I fell in the Serpentine today."
"Yes, well, that doesn't usually happen to women in London. But it's not so much of a scandal as it is a challenge."

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