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1 " Sophie swallowed, tears rising to her eyes again. It was an odd legacy to hand from mother to daughter: the ability to stand proud among the ruins of one's marriage. "
― Eloisa James , Midnight Pleasures (Pleasures, #2)
2 " He kissed her into silence, and then said, his voice husky with passionate longing, “Take me back, Eloise. Please, take me back. "
3 " ever accept a wife who knows more than himself. Sophie sighed and thought of Patrick’s teasing confession that he was able to speak only poor French. Her mother was undoubtedly correct. Poor Eloise! She had spent years trying to talk Sophie out of her passion for languages. Eloise had probably fought Latin the hardest. “Latin is as unfeminine a decoration for the inside of a woman’s head as a beard is for the outside,” she had protested, her lips white with fury. But George had stood up to his wife, and consequently Sophie’s mornings had been filled with the conjugation "
4 " Depend upon it, her mother’s voice said sternly in her memory, no prudent man will ever accept a wife who knows more than himself. "