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81 " Hamish sighed. People who came on the sunny days were often seduced by the sheer beauty of the place. They enthusiastically decided to move house, but, faced with the ferocious winds and the almost perpetual night of winter, they soon "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of a Dustman (Hamish Macbeth, #16)
82 " Hamish looked around the tranquillity of the little village, at the great glassy waves curling onto the perfect white beach. "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of Yesterday (Hamish Macbeth, #28)
83 " I beg your pardon?” declared Mrs. Davenport in the tones of Edith Evans saying, “In a handbag? "
― M.C. Beaton , Agatha Raisin and the Haunted House (Agatha Raisin, #14)
84 " We should be studying the latest patterns in shrouds instead of the latest fashions in gowns. "
― M.C. Beaton , Perfecting Fiona (The School for Manners Series Book 2)
85 " He reflected that even in a backwater country that everyone but Putin who wanted it back had forgotten, "
― M.C. Beaton , Agatha Raisin and the Witches' Tree (Agatha Raisin #28)
86 " dandruffed wanker "
― M.C. Beaton , Agatha Raisin and the Dead Ringer (Agatha Raisin, #29)
87 " The door of her dressing-room opened and a face covered with a gas mask peered round it. Robin turned round and scowled. She did not associate much with the foot soldiers of the cast. But he eased in, carrying a splendid bunch of red roses. “To match your beauty,” he said, his voice muffled behind the mask. Robin suddenly beamed. “You are a love. What beautiful flowers!” “I see you’ve a vase over there. I’ll just pop them in for you.” “You haven’t told me your name,” said Robin. "
88 " Miss Brown, alas, is such a sterling character that she lacks the necessary frivolity and shallowness considered essential in any young female looking for a husband. "
― M.C. Beaton , Marrying Harriet (The School for Manners Series Book 6)
89 " pleasant-looking man with the smooth, well-kept appearance of the hedonist who lets nothing trouble him. "
90 " He switched off the computer and went to Agatha’s cottage. Roy answered the door to him. “I’m John Armitage,” he said. “And I’m Roy Silver. Agatha’s getting changed. We’re going out for dinner. Come in.” John followed him into Agatha’s living-room. “Drink?” said Roy. He seemed very much at home. “Whisky, thanks. Agatha said something about phoning you asking for work.” “Oh, is that what she told you?” “Well, yes. What other reason could there be?” Roy gave him a salacious wink. “Oh,” said John, feeling discomfited. What on earth could Agatha see in this weird creature? He took a proffered glass of whisky from Roy. “Thanks. Known Agatha long? "
― M.C. Beaton , Agatha Raisin and the Day the Floods Came (Agatha Raisin, #12)
91 " All right, just a small one. Have you ever noticed,” said Agatha, “how many people urge one to drink? I mean, it’s always drink. Say you don’t like fish. No one says, ‘Oh, go on, have one. Why not half a fish? Go on, why not a fish finger?’ No, it’s always drink, like drug pushers. "
92 " He bent down and kissed her cheek. Agatha looked up at him in surprise. When he had left, she asked Roy, “Why did he call?” “Just to say hullo. I managed to imply we were having an affair. "
93 " I never wanted to be a literary writer. I wanted to be an entertainer. All I wanted was to give what a lot of writers had given me: a good time on a bad day. "
― M.C. Beaton
94 " Perhaps some languid summer day, When drowsy birds sing less and less, And golden fruit is ripening to excess, "
95 " Tut! I have done a thousand dreadful things As willingly as one would kill a fly. —SHAKESPEARE "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of a Perfect Wife (Hamish Macbeth, #4)
96 " Threw her dirty clothes on the floor for me to pick up and launder. Never gave me nothing for Christmas except insults. "
― M.C. Beaton , Agatha's First Case (Agatha Raisin #0.5)
97 " He was a bully. How that saint of a wife of his put up with him is beyond me.” Sod his wife, thought Agatha, gripped by a pang of jealousy. "
― M.C. Beaton , The Blood of an Englishman (Agatha Raisin, #25)
98 " Normally, Agatha’s powerful sex drive would already have plunged her into obsession, but John’s beauty had roused an almost teenage romanticism. "
99 " pearly gloaming, "
100 " No!” shouted Agatha. She could not bear the idea of beautiful Toni even breathing the same air as John. “I mean, you’ve got a lot to do. Get on with it and leave the Winter Parva case to me. "