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Madeline Reynolds
Lydia. Beautiful. My everlasting dream.
You arrogant, apish, underhonest lewdster! (Maggie)
It is a long way off, sir"
"From what Jane?"
"From England and from Thornfield: and _"
"Well?"
"From you, sir
Let us go on and see little Susan, said Margaret, drawing her companion up a grassy road-way, leading under the shadow of a forest glade. With all my heart, though I have not an idea who little Susan may be. But I have a kindness for all Susans, for simple Susan's sake.
What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?
Jane Austen Emma
Meadowlark, you are the best!
But where is my son? Where is the beautiful Miss Merriot?
Let any stranger find mee so pleasant a county, such good way, large heath, three such places as Norwich, Yar. and Lin. in any county of England, and I'll bee once again a vagabond to visit them.
My Becca's home.
Miss Andrews is really nice
Suffolk has something more than the coziness of Kent and Surrey. There is a hint of wildness in its tamed beauty, and the tang of the North Sea is never far away.
Laurelyn is the medicine that heals all my pain
I am the Earl of Ravensmoor. And you are? (Sparhawk) Totally freaking out. (Taryn) Tis a most peculiar name, milady. Are you by chance Welsh? (Sparhawk)
Shropshire, the fatlands of Gloucestershire,
What in the bloody hell are you?"
"Andrea Nash," I said. "This is my associate, Robin of Loxley.
Elinor, I have been cruelly used; but not by Willoughby.
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
I was born Pauline Matthews and grew up in Bradford as one of three children - I had an older brother, David, and an older sister, Betty. My father Fred worked in the mills as a textile weaving supervisor, and my mother, Mary, was a housewife.
I'm here, hold on to me, Jo, dear!" - Laurie
Don't you mean, witch?
Evie, Evie, my girl, my heart.
There 's nae sorrow there, John, There 's neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair, In the land o' the leal.
Catelyn to her son. I have prepared a list of those we might wish to consider
In the name of all the elves in Christendom, is that Jane Eyre?
Kate Daniels, deadly swordswoman and rescuer of hungry orphans. Come in. Wash your hands.
My little Jasnah, insufferable and wonderful.
Katherine the Midwife
Elizabeth Spencer.
Shirley! Don't call me Shirley!
I am a Norfolk man and Glory in being so.
Curran.
"You're taking a nap? Come on Kate, I need you for this fight, Stop lying around."
You sonovabitch. I rolled to my feet and grabbed my sword. "You must think you're funny.
Hello Clarice...
Having said her peace, Fiona
I am fortunate to have the ability to lend my name to build the Olivia Newton-John Cancer and Wellness Centre in my hometown of Melbourne. It will be a state-of-the-art facility to help heal the whole person - body, mind and spirit.
your uncle Geoffrey.
Well, schmear my bagel, if it isn't Mara Dyer.
CASTLES IN THE AIR Laurie
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
I'll no' love ye, Kate Campbell. No' ever.
Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.
My name," the boy said importantly, "is Stacey de Lacey."
"But that's a girl's name!" blurted Oliver.
Stacey de Lacey's face turned a dark shade of red. "Silence!" he shouted. "Stacey is one of those names that can be for a boy or a girl! Like Hilary, or Leslie, or...um... Anyway...!
My sisters and I cannot spend any substantial time searching for Wickham, as we are each commanded by His Majesty to defend Hertfordshire from all enemies until such time as we are dead, rendered lame, or married.
Olivia, if you need anything give me a call. I'm never far. N.
Ring a ding dillo del! derry, del, my hearties! If you come soon you'll find breakfast on the table. If you come late you'll get grass and rain-water!
If you were going to choose a way of making your way in this world and a place to start from, you might not choose poetry and you might not choose Huddersfield.
Lynn looks up at him to see if he's serious. "What?" he asks her. "If anybody is gonna put Carter's head through the wall, it should be me."
EJ's eyes snap open, and he scoots away from me slowly. I'll remember this, Wingman!
To meet her fate beneath the rowan trees in the hills near
You are my mere jaan, my life, Kelsey Hayes.
Melissa Pritchard is a treasure.
Just say the word and you can have me, Fiona.
Freyre! someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand.
You're my quiet, Lilly.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
Rosabelle - answer - tell - pray, answer - look - tell - answer, answer - tell.
Which Esther Williams do you want to hear about?
Rosie Germaine Mole.
King Offa's dyke,
I feel more Scottish than Norman.
Your cousin might be a pretty face, but you, my darling, courageous, maddening, seductive, mysterious, wonderful Diana, you are the Duchess of Wakefield. My duchess.
Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, and aide, Peabody,
All shall be well, all shall be well, all manner of things shall be well. Julian of Norwich
would need to get some more people to join us if we didn't want to look ridiculous; so I grabbed Senators Lynn and McGuire from Idaho and Montana.
We're alike, Jess would tell himself, me and Miss Edmunds ... We don't belong at Lark Creek, Julia and me.
Susan Straight finds LA's secret heart in Between Heaven and Here and with a sleight of hand only the masters have, she creates an alley, a neighborhood, a history that is as rich and tragic as any Shakespearean tale.
I love you, Laurelyn Paige Prescott.
His Tender Roni.
Finding Erin Campbell Kathy Cunningham
I wanted you to know, because you are the only woman I've ever wanted to share my bed with, or bring home. Clare, you are my home.
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.
Quite definitely a Bingley
My curiosity sister of larks.
Poison ivy, because who needed a case of that on your pecker). We're all here in Derry. No camp, no relatives, no vacations, no AWAY. All right here. Present and accounted for. There's
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Kerrick the weed.
Your sister Betsey Trotwood...
Moorcroft with a small pasture
Derby born and bred, mate.
Your Life our your lupines!"
Dennis Moore
London, London, London town,
You can toughen up or get thrown around.
Here! Turn left, I know a short cut through Barons Court.
We spend the next twenty minutes mired in roadworks in Barons Court with a bunch of other people who know Edie's short cut.
Isabelle.
It was always Isabelle.
Eleanor-wait-I love you.
away from Clive.
I know how much you care about me, Lorrie. We all make mistakes. You're here with me now, that's all that matters.
Rune, made Anita "doolally in
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
Steven, I know I phrased that as a question, but it was really a command. Yes, but mine is ... ummm ... private. Private, Steven? Yes, Miss Palma. PRIVATE Steven? Again with the capital letters?
pretty mother of two young children
Lanith? Don't bewitch the Church boys. Their disappointment is a mess to untangle when they follow you home.
You either get Norfolk, with its wild roughness and uncultivated oddities, or you don't. It's not all soft and lovely. It doesn't ask to be loved.
Have some bread and butter. The bread
and butter is for Gwendolen. Gwendolen is devoted to bread and
butter.
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
Names are important," she said, twirling the cord. "Mine is Ojka, and I have orders to keep you out." Beyond the doors, Kell let out a scream of frustration, a sob of pain. "My name is Lila Bard," she answered, drawing her favorite knife, "and I don't give a damn." Ojka
Jane!
Mr. Rochester!
For Lady Elaine, from her brother, Sir William,
Marina, as of the sea. You stick with Hector Ricardo. I'll take care of you;its in my name
Something snapped inside Maryse. He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He's my son.
Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. I can't get away from myself.