“Swift returned her scowl with an implacable glance. "Never do an enemy a small injury." "Only you would quote Machiavelli during lawn… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“You'll get wet," Daisy protested, glancing at his shirtsleeves and waistcoat. He began to laugh. "I'm not made of sugar." "Neither am… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“I say," Llandrindon remarked, "your performance at bowls is exceptional, Miss Bowman. I've never seen a beginner do so well. How do… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Not," Swift said firmly, "for all the tea in China." "That expression has never made sense to me," she told him. "In… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Companionably he handed her a small glass filled with rich, plum-red liquid. Receiving it with some surprise, Daisy held it up to… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“The strangeness of the situation... the baleful goose, Matthew Swift waterlogged and dressed in his shirtsleeves... caused an irrepressible giggle to rise… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“There was a fascinating duality about Matthew that Daisy had never encountered in another man. At some moments he was the aggressive,… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“She felt a pang of excitement as she realized it was not Mr. Hunt but Matthew Swift. He rose from his chair,… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“She found another intriguing object, and she held it up to inspect it. A button. Her brow creased as she stared at… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
