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Suki Bridgewater:
I shivered, despite the heat from the sun. "I'm married," I whispered. "I love my husband.
Who are you, Lucy Snowe?
King Offa's dyke,
I love Shillington not as one loves Capri or New York, because they are special, but as one loves one's own body and consciousness, because they are synonymous with being.
We'll see what he says when I stab him with my stiletto.
Cadence, n.
I have never lived anywhere but New York or New England, but there are times when I'm talking to you and I hit a Southern vowel, or a word gets caught in a Suthern truncation, and I know it's because I'm swimming in your cadences, that you penetrate my very language.
Stiletto, I look at it more as an attitude as opposed to a high-heeled shoe.
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
At the beginning of my acting career, I worked for two seasons at the RSC and spent a lot of time in the Cotswolds exploring Shakespeare's countryside. It's my kind of English landscape, with its tiny villages and one-room thatched pubs.
Brighton I-don't-know-your-middle-name Waterford, are you asking me to strip?
Fenwick, sitting down to
Hung Island, Georgia,
Quite definitely a Bingley
Ty:"It sounds pretty when you say it, but I have no clue what the hell you're talking about."
Imogen:"It's Shakespeare," she said.
Ty:"Well, I was pretty sure it wasn't Kenny Chesney.
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
When they can hear each other over the wind and the music, they speak Connecticut: I will not Stamford this type of behavior. What's Groton into you? What did Danbury his Hartford? New Haven can wait. Darien't no place I'd rather I'd rather be.
Stenton, was planning a Christmas party at Stenton Castle. He had asked Juliette and Stewart to join him, and Juliette would see to it that the Astleys received an invitation.
our cabin in the woods in Clare.
Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T'wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
Angleterre Hotel,
A prettiness mummified by years of chalk dust.
I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.
Wherefore art thou, Romeo?
Nigel Barton:Everyone says 'Up at Oxford'. You come 'down' when you've finished there.
Harry Barton: Well, what's this then? Does bloody Oxford move up and down the bloody map then?
WESTBURY, a nasty odious rotten-borough, a really rotten place.
Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth.
To have on her head a most wonderful bonnet like a Grenadier wooden measure, and good measure too, or a great Stilton cheese,
Last time I was in London, I visited Number 5, Bruton Street, which is the address I gave to Violet Bridgerton, the matriarch of the Bridgerton clan in my novels. It was a bit disconcerting to learn that it's actually a pub.
Kerrick the weed.
Mum, Dad, Fergus... this is Skulduggery Pleasant
What am I?" he asked. "I am Edmund Herondale, and, my lady, I am always and forever at your service. If you will have me." He smiled, and the smile was slow and devastating. In the dark narrow street long past midnight, his eyes were high summer.
Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S. H. It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim, fog-draped streets.
I have invented an invaluable permanent invalid called Bunbury, in order that I may be able to go down into the country whenever I choose.
And Tomlinson found this in the Times right before I left to come here. Windham
Shropshire, the fatlands of Gloucestershire,
I'm here in the mountains, in the foothills of the Catskills.
Sup, Andrews?" he says. 'Sup? He's a white boy in a polo shirt. 'Sup is he's a poser. I don't respond.
LEONATO
Neighbours, you are tedious.
DOGBERRY
It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor duke's officers; but truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in
my heart to bestow it all of your worship.
You'll be so busy with Bridge and what's-his-name that you'll forget all about your English mate, St. Clair."
"Ha! So you are English!" I poke him in the stomach.
He grabs my hand and we wrestle, laughing. "I claim ... no ... nationality.
I was brought up in industrial south Lancashire, down the cobbled road from where LS Lowry (1887-1976) lived and painted.
Six biscuits, crow, hydrant!
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
There are only two kinds of Mortals in the backwater town of Gatlin, South Carolina - the stupid and the stuck. At least, that's what they say.
I'm a real Kentish maid, you know.
At age 10 or 12 he's going to boarding school in the Isle of Wight. The Isle of Wight is, of course, down at the bottom of England just off South Hampton.
Walter looked like he could chew nails and still come back for a helping of chain link fence. "Why can't Romeo and Juliet meet in a garden like in Downton Abbey?" Romeo asked. "I mean who meets on a balcony? How real is that?
This is Winter," said Scarlet. "Princess Winter."
Thorne guffawed and pushed a hand into his hair. "Are we running a boardinghouse for misplaced royalty around here, or what?
Gilderoy Lockhart
Tommy, why did they put Maldon Surrey on the telegram?"
"Because Maldon is in Surrey, idiot.
Boarding school in Tring was a bit of a bubble that burst when I went to Hackney to go to drama school.
CLEARVIEW, QUEENS
[Lydia tut-tutted on seeing the grocer's apostrophe]
Clay Blaisdell Western
Stuart Davises he
Good God. She was Wellington with eyelashes.
Mixologist at a bar in the heavily gentrified Shaw neighbourhood, I fear I haven't a skinny-jeaned leg to stand on. S.D. PLATTON Washington, DC
Near the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago!
Gilly Gilleshpee
I was born in a little place called Inverness, MS.
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
Waterside was poor. Hillside was rich. Waterside stank. Hillside was clean. Waterside had thieves. Hillside had bankers -I'm sorry, burglars.
Bite me, Rhys.'
'Where?
I am crumbling in sync with old Hackney.
Lette me stande to the maine chance.
I would say I live half in New York and half in Claridge's. How decadent! How hysterical!
They crested a rise, and there it was, in the hollow between rolling hills - a low, square building, ghostly gray in the moonlight.
"Is that it?" asked Hamilton.
"It probably isn't the local opera house," groaned Ian.
Wainwright's Fruit Emporium. Mr Wainwright is not able to take calls at this time since he is not right in the head and thinks he is a cucumber. Thank you for calling.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Is there an island where people are awesome to each other with Starburst and Diet Pepsi?
There are two words that send romance authors into spasms of rapture: 'Downton Abbey.'
Where was this taken?" Jardin recovered enough to speak. "Near Lawrenceville.
Here we are, by the side of the river - once upon a time we had a notion we were Romeo's.
My primary tongue, I would call North-West Mercian.
Say 'Kenmore Square'," I insist. "Kenmaw Sqway-ah." "Say 'Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina.'" "Nothing could be finah than to be in Caroliner.'" "You're doing that on purpose." "I'm not. I sway-ah.
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.
This Boston voice squeaking out its song. The yellow light goes out the window on the stubs of windy grass and black rocks. And down the wet steps by gorse stumps and rusty heather to the high water mark and diving pool. Where the seaweeds rise and fall at night in Balscaddoon Bay.
hill. We took the trucks there, pulled out the
Anyone suffering Downton Abbey withdrawal symptoms will find an instant tonic.
There are three possible scenarios when it comes to your stilettos and sex: (1) You could wear your stilettos without having sex. (2) You could have sex without your stilettos on. And (3) you could have sex with your stilettos on, preferably at my house, and bring a camera.
Snooty high heels.
to live on Pierson Street, just two blocks north of
Away with the joint-stools, remove the
court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
Antony, and Potpan!
Charles Waterton and His Eccentric Taxidermy.
This is Shaun Mason activating security protocol Campbell. The bridge is out, the trees are coming, and I'm pretty sure my hand is evil. Now gimme some sugar, baby.
THERE CAN BE FEW delights in the world as pleasant as a Siracusan spring. The fragrance of the lemon, orange, apricot, almond and peach blossoms pervade the city, enriched by the moist, salty sea breezes. On
Briar Greyson, in the bedroom, with the letter opener.
Doverey, no proverey - Trust but verify.
turnpike itself. Garraty
CASTLES IN THE AIR Laurie
Something peculiar is happening to my head. I remember that my father was Barnaby, but I had another named Balaton. Unless that's a lake in Albania.
Rememberatorium),
Processions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye.
What if my great-granddad had a pair that were twenty foot high,
And mine were but fifteen foot, no modern stalks upon higher,
Some rogue of the world stole them to patch up a fence or a fire.
Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
He sits in his tomb up top of the Newport hotel. It contains a crunchy armchair, a floppy bed, several arrogant spiders, a mattress with stains the shapes of planets and an existential crisis. But he wouldn't want to sound too French about it.
Mr. Tyler, drop the anchor. We are as close
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