Instead, he sat in the parlor of his family's Fifth Avenue mansion, growing older by the minute just like everybody else.
She was a vision in a white gown her dark hair forming a hazy halo around her rosy heart-shaped face. Her long lashes fluttered to touch her cheeks and then her eyes opened fully in his direction. Her small round mouth flexed in an immediate and know...
She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.
They will stop calling brides beautiful after today—you have simply set the standard too high,' he said.
So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped your tears and made you hollow.
Things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.
Good girls hold their heads high by daylight, Their grace and their virtue soaring with kites, While bad girls slink along in their shame- Everyone stares at them, everyone blames. But those bad girls sleep soundly at night, Ne'er do their conscience...
It had been too much for Edith to take and she had gone to her room so that her nieces wouldn't see her cry anymore.
She had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.
Though her emotions had not deviated from a jittery frailty she knew that in her own room she could at least attempt sleep and that if she dreamed she might then finally be with Henry.
Diana knew it wouldn't be right, but then she told herself that things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.
Living too much in one's head can be dangerous.
Ah well that I can't tell you." Diana ducked her head so that the brim of her bonnet covered her face. "Some things must remain a mystery and for now I think I'll keep my opinion of you and your compliments to myself.
I love you. He said it simply, quietly. He didn't say those words as she had imagined them said so many times by characters in novels. He didn't say them with desperation, with pleading, with futile rage or florid persuasion. He spoke without lascivi...
It was disgraceful but also romantic enough to make Lina's heart turn.
The value of secrets is ever fluctuating although ladies who have been in society for a long time learn that a secret kept can be worth more than a secret told.
