You may have married her, but she is mine. Do you think I shall let you take her? She may be ten… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
I comfort myself with the reflection that your wife will possibly be able to curb your desire--I admit, a natural one for… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“Lord, if we were all to marry our first loves what a plague of ill-assorted marriages there would be!” — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
Eccentricity may be diverting, Mama, but it is out of place in a wife: certainly in my wife! — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“You know how comfortably you go on as a bachelor, and how very much you would dislike to be tied to a… — Georgette heyer Copy Share Image
“Sophy, strongly practical, could not feel that Mr. Fawnhope would make a satisfactory husband, for he lacked visible means of support, and… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“If you imagine that I have the smallest desire to receive your hand as a reward for having performed a difficult task… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“God knew she would ask nothing better than to be his wife, but she had sense enough to know that nothing but… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“Then Frederica went towards him, holding out her hand, and he raised his eyes from Felix’s eager countenance, and smiled at her,… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“The Viscount stepped into the room. "Came to see if you was dead," he said. "Laid Pom odds you weren't." Lethbridge passed… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“I see,' agreed Rule. 'You are going to be the Sacrifice.' She looked up at him rather shyly. 'It c-can't signify to… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“There is always a thought of marriage between a single female and a personable gentleman, if not in his mind, quite certainly… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“M'sieur, I am as a slave to my wife." He kissed the tips of his fingers. "I am as the dirt beneath… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
Miss Grantham gave a shriek. 'You have trifled with me!' she said, into the folds of her handkerchief. 'You promised me marriage,… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“Upon her butler’s announcing the arrival of Mr Ravenscar, Lady Mablethorpe, who had been dozing over a novel from the Circulating Library, sat up… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“I may have said that I wanted to have an adventure," replied Miss Thane. "But I never said that I wanted to be murdered… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
Will you marry me, vile and abominable girl that you are? Yes, but, mind, it only to save my neck from being wrung! — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“Lady Winwood being denied, the morning caller inquired with some anxiety for Miss Winwood, or, in fact, for any of the young ladies.” — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
I have seen what comes of being patient," Amanda said with a boding look. "And I have no opinion of it." "What does come… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“Goodbye!" "Oh, not goodbye!" he protested. "I mean to know you better, Miss Lanyon of Undershaw!" "To be sure, it does seem a pity… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“he disclosed that he had been set upon by two Bedlamites, both of whom had jumped out from behind a bush, roaring at him… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
Randall laid his hand on Stella's, but only to remove it from his sleeve. "My precious, you really must have some regard for my… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
She stretched out her hand, saying, “Vernon! My dear, what a delightful surprise!” “What’s surprising about it?” he enquired, lifting his black brows. “Didn’t… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“Nothing more likely,"said Hannasyde. "I've got to try and rattle him." "It's him that'll do the rattling,"said the Sergeant darkly. "he's the nearest thing… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“Yes, darling, that is quite a nice frock, but the hankerchief is not only the wrong shade of grey, but quite damnably tied. Let… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“The Viscount stepped into the room. "Came to see if you was dead," he said. "Laid Pom odds you weren't." Lethbridge passed his hand… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
