Lord Osborne was silenced. Her manner had been neither sententious nor sarcastic, but there was a something in its mild seriousness, as well as in the words themselves, that made his lordship think, and when he addressed her again, it was with a degree of considerate propriety totally unlike the half-awkward, half-fearless style of his former remarks.(The Watsons by Jane Austen)
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
I'm still in China, or rather, I'll be heading back to the brothel in China soon (The Painter of Shanghai by Jennifer Cody Epstein) but for the last couple of days, I interrupted my training and took a short trip half-way round the world to 19th c. rural England where I attended a lovely ball (The Watsons by Jane Austen).