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" Let me enlighten you. We are a pack of liars, thieves, and wastrels, the lot of
us...There is not an honestly gained parcel of land in the whole earldom. Every acre, every village was stolen through one reprehensible manner or another. Deceit, blackmail, extortion, all of
it. It’s disgusting.”
Alex waited a moment to make sure Whit was quite through before asking, “How long ago?”
“Did we steal the land, do you mean?”
Alex nodded.
“Up until about a hundred years ago, then the wastrels took over. "
― Alissa Johnson , As Luck Would Have It (Providence, #1)
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" After Mrs. Culpepper, Max probably knew more about her than any other person in her life. They were the only two people who knew of her dream to buy a country cottage. And he was the only one to know of her silly wish for a hound.
Which, now that she thought on it, was a sad state of affairs, indeed. She had no better claim to friendship outside of Mrs. Culpepper than a man with whom she'd spent such a nominal amount of time? And who had been read to toss her bodily from Caldwell Manor only yesterday?
Surely she had more depth of character than what could be mined in the course of an evening. She did not begin and end with her dreams of a thousand pounds, a hound, and a home. She was vastly more complex, far more interesting than that. She had to be. The alternative was too depressing to entertain. Almost as depressing as never having known a friend who'd not been paid to keep her company. But that, at least, could be changed. "
― Alissa Johnson , Practically Wicked (Haverston Family, #3)
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" Choose the one you want," he told her.
She giggled as the puppy contorted itself in an effort to lick her hand without rolling off its back. "Oh, you are silly, aren't you? Just the silliest little ..." Her hand stilled on the puppy. Her eyes shot to his. "What did you just say?"
"Choose which pup you'd like as your own."
"My own?"
"You wanted a hound," he reminded her.
"Yes, I ..." She looked at the dogs, then back at him. "Are you giving me a dog?"
"For the sake of propriety, we are to say it is a gift from your brother, but ..."
"But it's from you. You're giving me a dog," she said, and there was a notable catch in her voice.
"Well ... More or less." For reasons that baffled him, he suddenly felt equal parts embarrassed and pleased. "It was my idea." He cleared his throat, fought off the urge to shift his feet. "
― Alissa Johnson , Practically Wicked (Haverston Family, #3)
