I'm Not A Gentle Pony...

Love Was The Best Present Of All.

Elizabeth, You Resemble Nothing So Much As A Hen Trying To Hatch A Book.

She Needed Him To Be Him. Even If He Could Not Be Hers.

Blake Took A Small Roll From The Tray On The Table, Then Put It Back In Favor Of A Larger One. And Maybe A Little Butter. It Certainly Couldn't Hurt. And Jam...no, He Drew The Line At Jam. She Was A Spy, After All.

Men Are Sheep. Where One Goes, The Rest Will Soon Follow. -lady Whistledown