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1 " The landscape artist had captured a distant prospect of an ancient hillside, surmounted by cyprus and a few tumbled columns; the mood was one of desolation and peace, a glorious past recalled, and now thankfully put to rest. "
― Stephanie Barron , Jane and the Genius of the Place (Jane Austen Mysteries, #4)
2 " The Reverend Brook-Edward Bridges is the sort of man I cannot help but despise,” she rejoined sharply. “He believes the world exists to sustain his follies, and ask nothing of him in return. My brother was spoilt as a youth, and age has merely made him indolent. He sponges on my mother and my husband for the relief of his debts, and is foolish enough to believe that he might prevail upon an excellent woman to make his fortune in marriage. Yes, Jane, I am severe upon him—for he has disappointed me these fifteen years at least. "
3 " This is fine living, indeed," Neddie cried. "Poor Collingforth is charged with murder, and you can do nothing but consume a quantity of cake!"I closed my book and surveyed him narrowly. "Lizzy had informed me the you are invariably peevish when suffering the pangs of hunger. Call for some more cake, I beg, and tell me of the inquest. "
4 " So that's the way of it, is it." Mr. Taylor rejoined, not to be deterred. " You intend to tell us nothing?" "The ways of Justice, like the secrets of the marriage bed, are best enshrouded in silence," Neddie intoned. Mr. Taylor merely snorted at this, while Lizzy laid a hand caressingly on my brother's shoulder. "Poor lamb," she crooned, "you shall be led to the slaughter. I give you a quarter-hour, my dear, at the hands of your dearest --- and then we shall see how enshrouded your tongue may be. Come along, Jane. "