Any Man Who Lives By His Beliefs

The Chaos Surrounding Her Was Confusing. Everyone Was Suddenly Talking At The Same Time. Perhaps She Should Try To Swoon After All, Christine Considered. No, The Settee Was Already Taken, And The Floor Didn't Look All That Appealing. She Settled On Wringing Her Hands. It Was The Best She Could Do To Look Upset.

It's A Sin To Hate, And For That Reason Alone, We Must Not Hate The Normans... We Can, However, Thoroughly Dislike Them, Alice.

Go And Change Your Gown, Mary," Daniel Interjected. "i'm Partial To Gold. If You've A Gown In That Color, Wear It To Please Me. If Not, White Will Do Well Enough. I'm Wedding You, Lady Mary." Lord Daniel Ferguson Caught Lady Mary Before She Hit The Floor. He Wasn't At All Irritated That His Intended Had Just Fainted Dead Away, And He Actually Let Out A Full Burst Of Laughter As He Swept Mary Up Into His Arms And Held Her Against His Chest. "she's Overcome With Gratitude, Alec," Daniel Called Out To His Friend. "aye, Daniel, I Can See She Is," Alec Answered.

In A Low Whisper She Was Certain Only Her Friend Could Hear, She Said, "i Specifically Remember We Both Promised Never To Drink From Any Man's Goblet Of Wine. From The Looks Of You, Frances Catherine, I'm Thinking You Broke Your Word.

Sometimes The Most Simple Conclusion Is Also The Most Correct