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He chooses the serving girl. All she wants is to hang up her barmaid apron and open a bookshop. Even if Society could accept a serving girl duchess—can a roguish duke convince a serving girl to trust him with her heart? On the night of the Parkhurst ball, someone had a scandalous tryst in the library. Was it Lord Canby, with the maid, on the divan?
Fire and Bone by Rachel A. Marks
Or Miss Fairchild, with a rake, against the wall? Perhaps the butler did it. But rumors to the contrary are buzzing. But as they set about finding the mystery lovers, Piers reveals a few secrets of his own.
The oh-so-proper marquess can pick locks, land punches, tease with sly wit.
Their passion is intense. The danger is real. Will she risk all to prove her innocence? On the 15th May I dined with Mr.
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I found him noble and courteous, living in a cloud of pictures at his Villa Gherardesca, a fine house commanding a beautiful landscape. I had inferred from his books, or magnified from some anecdotes, an impression of Achillean wrath, -- an untamable petulance. I do not know whether the imputation were just or not, but certainly on this May day his courtesy veiled that haughty mind, and he was the most patient and gentle of hosts.
He praised the beautiful cyclamen which grows all about Florence; he admired Washington; talked of Wordsworth, Byron, Massinger, Beaumont and Fletcher.
To be sure, he is decided in his opinions, likes to surprise, and is well content to impress, if possible, his English whim upon the immutable past. No great man ever had a great son, if Philip and Alexander be not an exception; and Philip he calls the greater man. In art, he loves the Greeks, and in sculpture, them only.
He prefers the Venus to every thing else, and, after that, the head of Alexander, in the gallery here. He prefers John of Bologna to Michael Angelo; in painting, Raffaelle; and shares the growing taste for Perugino and the early masters.
My Weekend that Lasted Thirty Years
The Greek histories he thought the only good; and after them, Voltaire's. I could not make him praise Mackintosh, nor my more recent friends; Montaigne very cordially, -- and Charron also, which seemed undiscriminating.
He pestered me with Southey; but who is Southey? On Friday I did not fail to go, and this time with Greenough. He entertained us at once with reciting half a dozen hexameter lines of Julius Caesar's!
He glorified Lord Chesterfield more than was necessary, and undervalued Burke, and undervalued Socrates; designated as three of the greatest of men, Washington, Phocion, and Timoleon; much as our pomologists, in their lists, select the three or the six best pears "for a small orchard;" and did not even omit to remark the similar termination of their names.
Landor despised entomology, yet, in the same breath, said, "the sublime was in a grain of dust. One room was full of pictures, which he likes to show, especially one piece, standing before which, he said "he would give fifty guineas to the man that would swear it was a Domenichino.
H, one of the guests, told me that Mr.
The London Lover
Landor gives away his books, and has never more than a dozen at a time in his house. Landor carries to its height the love of freak which the English delight to indulge, as if to signalize their commanding freedom.
He has a wonderful brain, despotic, violent, and inexhaustible, meant for a soldier, by what chance converted to letters, in which there is not a style nor a tint not known to him, yet with an English appetite for action and heroes.
The thing done avails, and not what is said about it.
An original sentence, a step forward, is worth more than all the censures. Landor is strangely undervalued in England; usually ignored; and sometimes savagely attacked in the Reviews.
The criticism may be right, or wrong, and is quickly forgotten; but year after year the scholar must still go back to Landor for a multitude of elegant sentences -- for wisdom, wit, and indignation that are unforgetable. Coleridge, requesting leave to pay my respects to him. It was near noon. Coleridge sent a verbal message, that he was in bed, but if I would call after one o'clock, he would see me.
I returned at one, and he appeared, a short, thick old man, with bright blue eyes and fine clear complexion, leaning on his cane.
He took snuff freely, which presently soiled his cravat and neat black suit.
The London Lover
He spoke of Dr.I know my brother is in there somewhere behind those black eyes. I freeze. The oasis complex is never a complete delusion: Desire had turned me into a relentless hunter for clues, a romantic paranoiac, reading meaning into everything. Was I correct to detect traces of flirtation at the ends of her sentences and the corners of her smiles, or was this merely my own desire projected onto the face of innocence?
Unless Sage was given the blood memories by someone. In using her face as a guide to her soul, was I not perhaps guilty of mistaken metonymy, whereby an attribute of an entity is substituted for the entity itself the crown for the monarchy, the wheel for the car, the White House for the US government, Chloe's angelic expression for Chloe…?
Accompanied by a Waltz-andrew grey. The scene is set for an epic battle… but who can be named the winner when both have so much to lose? Why did she have to do her gym exercises in the bedroom every morning?
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