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" I was jostled, and I pushed back harder, desperate to escape the tumult, when a hand snatched at mine. It was Philip’s, and looking over my shoulder I saw his lips move—he said something—but I couldn’t hear what. Everything was too loud and too whirling and too hot. I tripped over dancing feet, and then an arm was around my waist, and Philip pulled me out of the dance, where his mother waited with a worried expression. I sat in a chair by a window. Philip leaned over me, looking very worried, and Lady Caroline was there, too, fanning me and asking what had happened. "
― Julianne Donaldson , Edenbrooke (Edenbrooke, #1)
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" I stood up, suddenly very upset, and took a step away from him. Philip grabbed the hem of my gown. “Wait,” he said, laughing. I looked down at him, my hands clenched into fists. “Please don’t leave,” he said, a cajoling smile turning his lips up charmingly. “I won’t do it again.” Well, at least he knew why I was upset. But the idea of him not doing it again? Hah! I raised an eyebrow in deep skepticism. “In the next five minutes,” he added with a chuckle. "
― Julianne Donaldson , Edenbrooke (Edenbrooke, #1)