... All That That I Learn Just

Yes, Your Grace," I Correct Her. "i Am My Lady, The King's Mother, Now, And You Shall Curtsey To Me, As Low As To A Queen Of Royal Blood. This Was My Destiny: To Put My Son On The Throne Of England, And Those Who Laughed At My Visions And Doubted My Vocation Will Call Me My Lady, The King's Mother, And I Shall Sign Myself Margaret Regina: Margaret R.

I Was Born To Be Your Rival,' She [anne] Said Simply. 'and You Mine. We're Sisters, Aren't We?

One Never Gets The Same Summer Twice.

I Can't Sleep, I Can't Eat, I Can't Do Anything But Think About Him. At Night I Dream Of Him, All Day I Wait To See Him, And When I Do See Him My Heart Turns Over And I Think I Will Faint With Desire.

If It Has To Be Done At All, It Must Be Done With Grace.