“Charles stepped forward, looking outraged. 'Him?' he cried. 'But I clobbered him! You can't marry him, Ally.” — Marissa Doyle Copy Share Image
“The situation was absurd. He wore riding boots with spurs. Her hair tumbled about her like a shaggy pony's. They were in the schoolroom… — Marissa Doyle Copy Share Image
“That was what the season was, after all- a marriage market for the offspring of the aristocracy.” — Marissa Doyle Copy Share Image
“Good-bye, Pen Leland. If we meet again, maybe in London next season, you'll pardon me if I don't pursue an acquaintance with you. It's… — Marissa Doyle Copy Share Image
