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This is my Hanna.
Your sister Betsey Trotwood...
This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.
Badly done, Emma!
I'd like to think I'm Elizabeth, but deep down I think I'm the one whose name no one can remember. Not Lydia the slut or Mary the nerd or Jane the beauty or Elizabeth the opinionated. I'm the second-youngest. The forgotten one. - Francesca Spinelli
Precious Auntie, what is our name? I always meant to claim it as my own. Come help me remember. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm not afraid of ghosts. Are you still mad at me? Don't you recognize me? I am LuLing, your daughter.
French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.
What's your name?"
"Emma Gould," she said. "What's yours?"
"Wanted."
"By all the girls or just the law?
Ethel Jackson was the cool side of my pillow when I had a fever.
Who is Alice?" asked mother.
"Alice is somebody that nobody can see," said Frances. "And that is why she does not have a birthday. So I am singing Happy Thursday to her." - Frances the badger
Aunt May, my sweet Aunt May, who taught me how to knit, who bought me a piece of candy every time we went to the store, jabbed a cocktail fork at my eye.
Edith Ethel with the sweetest possible smile would beg the pillows off a whole hospital ward full of dying ... . She
My Becca's home.
This was a favourite dress, one of Sally Parker's, the last almost she ever made, alas, for Sally had now retired, living at Ealing, and if ever I have a moment, thought Clarissa (but never would she have a moment any more), I shall go and see her at Ealing.
Aunt Agatha is like an elephant- not so much to look at, for in appearance she resembles more a well-bred vulture, but because she never forgets.
Eva. Every day I've climbed up the belfry chanting a lucky chant at one syllable per beat, To-day-to-day-let-her-be-here-to-day-to-day.
You arrogant, apish, underhonest lewdster! (Maggie)
The elder Miss Larkin
She was good-natured with a ribald sense of humour, breaking wind fairly frequently and uninhibitedly, then asking in a loud voice: "Who's let Johnny out of prison?" I
Oh, we're all mad around here, Ed! - Clarabelle
Aunt Loretta doesn't look like herself, but she doesn't look broken.
An 'usband should be plain enough to sit at his settle, and simple-minded enough to accept the stew on his plate, rather than looking round ev'ry corner for a more succulent chop,' declares Elsie.
Elizabeth Spencer.
She's the Indian who lives in my attic.
Dear Elizabeth, you cannot know how much joy you bring to my heart...
I like you; your eyes are full of language.
[Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]
You are a treasure, Iris Kenworthy,
Call me Dolores. Like they do in the stories.
I, Judy Moody, will get zero-wrong-plus-extra-credit on the spelling test! 110%! Pass it on.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Faith sir! She looks like the Old Course.
Evie, Evie, my girl, my heart.
Eleanor Vance was thirty-two years old when she came to Hill House. The only person in the world she genuinely hated, now that her mother was dead, was her sister. She disliked her brother-in-law and her five-year-old niece, and she had no friends.
She'll be apples
But Elise eclipses the woman from Jamey's future, the lady in tennis whites flashing her diamond as she drinks orange juice fresh-squeezed by a maid. A woman Jamey never quite believed in anyway.
closed behind Anne
She is an office girl, her name is Betty. Her favorite group is Helen Reddy.
Madeline Reynolds
Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he's a terrible kisser to boot."
Evie's parents stared in stunned silence.
"Or so I've heard.
Eleanor-wait-I love you.
Vivianca called me to see how you liked the cookies. I didn't realize I was supposed to share. So here I am, milady, with cookies and a glass of warm milk for you.
Miss Andrews is really nice
And Clare, always Clare.
I've missed you, Ella May
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille, with four hungry children and a crop in the field.
My name, it's Elizabeth. And I assure you, I'm no tart.
Elisa Albert in a nutshell: funny, self-aware, and genuinely fearless that she might be a lunatic, or a genius, or both.
gin daisy, which
Janet who said excellent! in answer to everything and drank coffee from a pink mug that said Janet.
Her name was Maude and she drank whisky all day from a fruit jar under the counter.
I have decided to change something. I am thinking I may want to go by Aimee again."- Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 102
Anne was a great girl. Hopefully she would have been a belieber.
I like you, Tess.Tess-- C.j. Duggan
Katherine the Midwife
My mother was a stout woman with a man's name - Billie. She was plain-faced with honest eyes - no black grease by the lash line, no blue powder on the lids, eyebrows not plucked up high and thin.
Hi, my name is Tess.
Aunt Agatha's demeanor now was rather like that of one who, picking daisies on the railway, has just caught the down express in the small of the back.
Loretta started belting out a song: "Row, row, row your boat, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G !
Girl of eighteen named Elsa Norgaard,
Old Scully, who according to Jennifer, hadn't the imagination to think the worst. Something she said once, as though neurosis was an artform.
Street, and she was able to give Elmer the three hundred
Bindy Mackenzie talks like a horse.
She dries her eyes and bakes her pies and leaves 'em on the window sill
Watching Annie walk was better than a bowl of your favorite ice cream on a scorching-hot summer day.
"Are you staring at my ass, Wilder?"
"Yup."
She chuckled. "Okay, but I get my turn on the way back.
Cowgirl...or Belle. Just not Cow Belle.
When the camera comes on, I am not Hayden any more, I am Lizzie!
Jemima Jane Erickson was one drunken pass away from jumping Ethan Weston's bones. He just didn't know it.
Jane, nice to meet you! I'm Amabella's mum, and I have Jackson in Year 2. That's Amabella, by the way, not Annabella. It's French. We didn't make it up.
...and, my dear aunt, if you do not tell me in an honourable manner, I shall certainly be reduced to tricks and stratagems to find out.
Luce recognized her from European history class. Amy Something.
Oh, Ellie, you look beautiful. Like a Fey-tale princess.
Gilly Gilleshpee
It's funny - in elementary school, I went by Amber. I never liked Tiffani.
Carolyn Heilbrun's
That Mrs. Wiggins! Why, she's as like my sister Eva as two peas.
Now to me, Edith looks like something that would eat her young.
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
Our little ford was almost ready. She was later to be called Auntie after Gertrude Stein's aunt Pauline who always behaved admirably in emergencies and behaved fairly well most times if she was properly flattered.
Rosie Germaine Mole.
Dante, this
is Annabelle."
No. No way. That name is
reserved for females with grace
and elegance, not this girl. This girl
is ... beastly. "Annabelle," I say.
"It suits you.
Who are you, Lucy Snowe?
Uncle Monty tell
What is that, Shakespeare?"
"Betty Crocker, a fascinating woman.
Connie, have you been trying to call me?" No Archie. "Well, my phone has not been ringing all day, and I thought it might have been you.
Mr. Laurence. I have got a letter for the lady.
Ellen, not for the wide world! But while she said it, madam - I was looking in her glass; of course, she didn't know I could see her - she put her little hand on her heart just like her dear mother used to, and lifted her eyes ... Oh, madam!
Bertha kept things interesting, always shaky and a little unstable
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
Meanwhile, the minute you put on the dotted line your Sam Hancock - and before a notary - you'll not only get the negative but Elsie makes a wonderful stuffed cabbage which we'll include gratis a few portions but return the jars please.
You have a claim on her, Jacobs? I think I might like to keep her.
her husband, when Sally was just a baby. How they hadn't believed Noelle.
People who know me well, call me Elizabeth. I dislike Liz.
But Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys," objected Elnora.
"Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy ...
I'm Emma. I'm here to make you see the meaning of your life. Her exalted words were totally conquered by her dragging tone and lack of eye contact.
Aunt Alice was known to have a tongue with the kick of a cattle prod when she was upset.
My sister the nun, who wasn't going to wait for the bishop because she had an eighty-proof hangover,
Auntie Ann's voice cracked when she spoke, like a piano that hasn't been played in too long. "I try not to dwell on what's dead and gone. It has a way of showing back up if it thinks it's been invited.
From now on, she was Juliette Gervaise, code name the Nightingale.
I love you, Elizabeth ... and more than that, I like you. I enjoy spending time with you.
Holy crap. It's Juliet!