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“I sincerely hope your Christmas in Hertfordshire may abound in the gaieties which that season generally brings, and that your beaux will be so numerous as to prevent your feeling the loss of the three of whom we shall deprive you.”
— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
‘You told me once,’ he said, ‘I had your heart.’
‘And ye have mine.’ He folded one hand over hers and held it close against his chest so she could feel its beating strength. ‘It does not travel with me, lass, across the water. Where you are, it will remain. Ye’ll not be on your own.’ His fingers held the tighter to her smaller ones. ‘And I’ll no more be whole again,’ he said, ‘till I return.’
~ Susanna Kearsley, The Winter Sea
"Either a hermit or a monk, not both," I corrected out of habit."Herald also said he was disfigured." Arabella made big eyes."Yes, I'm a hermit. Mostly I brood," Mad Rogan said. "Also I'm very good at wallowing in self-pity. I spend my days steeped in melancholy, looking out the window. Occasionally a single tear quietly rolls down my cheek."Arabella and Lina snickered in unison."Do you also brush a white orchid against your lips?" Arabella put in."While sad music plays in the background?" Lina grinned."Perhaps," Mad Rogan said.
Miranda looked past David to the scattered bodies he’d left strewn about the ground. “If it had been me lying here, would you have been angry enough to do that?” [snip]
“No,” he replied. “I would have ripped out their hearts with my bare hands and shoved them down their throats.”
She smiled. “I probably shouldn’t find that romantic, should I.”
~ Dianne Sylvan, Shadowbound