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
She decided that her wisest course would be to put him out of her mind. After reaching this conclusion she lay thinking about him until at last she fell asleep. — 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
