Sophronia felt bound to object. "I, for one, should prefer not to shoot at someone I like."
"Admirable scruples, Miss Temminnick. Get over them. For you will do it anyway.

Great, Alexia thought, I have gone from soul sucker to electrical ground. The epithets just get sweeter and sweeter.

The Earl of Woolsey was indeed completely nude. He did not seem particularly perturbed by this fact, but Miss Tarabotti felt the sudden need to close her eyes tight and think about asparagus or something equally mundane.

Stupid deer," I said, embarrassed about being startled. "We need a ladder."

"I think they're easier to shoot with a rifle."

"I'm not talking about the deer," I said, hitting Milo on the back of his shoulder. "We need a ladder to look over the wall."

"Or a catapult," Milo said seriously.

I do hold very strongly that tea is better in England. There's something in the milk. They must have special cows.

No, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.