He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Henry shook his head, 'I was drunk,' he said, trying to sound both ashamed and firm in this belief. He remembered the… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Well, if you weren't flirting with him"-his voice had now grown a little plaintive-"who was he, and what did you want with… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
The value of secrets is ever fluctuating although ladies who have been in society for a long time learn that a secret kept can… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
It is a fact of big cities that one girl's darkest how is always another's moment of shining triumph, and New York is the… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
“What a privilege it is to live now, at just this moment, and to be able to go anywhere....” — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
“It was like the color of his eyes, she supposed - not quite one shade or another, and utterly unlike anyone else's.” — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Good night.' Diana summoned all the dignity that she could manage in her bedraggled state and began to move back up the beach. Her… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Henry was thinking of the younger Holland sister of the way she could go from being an impetuous girl to a knowing woman in… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples... — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
