" More out of alarm than inspiration, she flung the cloth she’d been using on the bookcases toward his head. The marquis snatched the fabric as it connected with his nose. A puff of dust settled in his hair as one corner of the cloth slapped against his forehead. The stunned look on his face was the last thing Amelia saw before she shoved Jane down the corridor. "

― Kristi Ann Hunter , A Lady of Esteem (Hawthorne House, #0.5)