I am ever a gentle maiden," she shouted. "Damn if I'm not.

If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it," she threatened.

Madelyne, we're married now. 'Tis a usual occurrence to bed one's wife on the wedding night.

I've just vowed my love for you. Have you nothing to say in return?" Duncan asked."Thank you, husband.

You're taller than I am, but I'm stronger, and meaner right this minute than you could ever imagine" - Lady Madelyne.

I am not a poor child, Lady Eleanor," Madelyne announced, letting her anger sound in her voice."Duncan won't marry you. He won't sign the contracts. He'd have to give up his greatest treasure in order to marry you.""And what be that treasure?" Lady Eleanor inquired, her voice mild."Why, I'm Duncan's greatest treasure. He'd be a fool to give me up," she added. "And even you must know that Duncan is anything but a fool.

Everyone was staring at them, and for that reason she forced herself to smile and to act as though it was nothing at all to be dragged across the room by a man she'd only just met. When she heard one woman whisper in a loud voice that she and the Marquess made a striking couple, she lost her smile. Yes, she did feel like hitting Lyon, but it was certainly uncomplimentary of the woman to make such a remark.

We English have perfect eyesight."Alec finally turned to look at her. "Are you jesting with me, wife?""You decide, husband.""Aye, you are," Alec answered. "I've already learned all about the English sense of humor.""And what have you learned?""You don't have any.