“Stop staring at me,” she said. “I won’t perish, except perhaps of mortification.” “I am not staring at you because I am concerned you will perish.” He was remembering the first time he had held her. His mother had insisted,… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share Image
“There was such emotion in his eyes now, she felt as though her insides were pressing on her ribcage and twisting in her middle.… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“He buttoned his trousers. Without a word, he took her into his arms again. She had not expected that. She pressed her face into… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“I need you, Viola. I need you.' 'You are repeating. You are trying to convince yourself, aren't you?' 'You are an impossible woman. I… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“Marriage is good for no woman, Clarice. It binds her as securely to a master as chains, and silences her voice as surely as… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“Dear Violet, I beg your pardon for that minor infidelity. Please forgive me. It will not occur again, I promise.' His infidelity had not… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“Stop staring at me,” she said. “I won’t perish, except perhaps of mortification.” “I am not staring at you because I am concerned you… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“Are you happy?' he repeated quietly. ... 'Wouldn't you like to know?' ... 'Yes, or I would not ask. But apparently the child has… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“He moved a half step closer. “What have ye got in that bonnie head o’ yers, lass, that makes ye believe ye’ve got leave… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“Come to my bedchamber now,' he whispered against her mouth ... 'I don't take -' 'Orders. I know.' He kissed her, over and over… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“Don’t you see?” she cried. “I cannot have been wrong that you don’t have a heart.” He came toward her swiftly, grasped her wrist,… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“What are you staring at, sailor?' His ice eyes did not flicker. 'My captain, ma'am.' 'Get back to work, Seton.' He bowed.” — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“My Dear Fellow Subjects, I have recently learned a Truth that I wish to share with you: A man can be powerful, wealthy, privileged,… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“Someone said to me recently that a great man is not measured by the strength of his privilege, but by the depth of his… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“Pickaxes?" Alex screwed up his brow. "What do you plan to do with those in Bristol, Pooele? Beat upon little old ladies?” — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“She was, after all, no longer Emily Vale, the peculiar girl who preferred books and frogs to gossip and pretty dresses; whom no one… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
