Biffy huffed. “Curtains,” he explained slowly as though to a very thick child (which, to be fair, rather defined Rafe’s character), “are a serious business.”
“Do not be afraid of books, Miss Bennet. Simply treat them with the respect they deserve, and you will be richly rewarded. You do not have to be clever or rich or have attended celebrated schools or universities in order to appreciate them. It is enough simply to have an open and receptive mind– and sometimes, it is true, a little perseverance. But you must not be afraid, Miss Bennett, for books do not judge you.”
“She’s no ordinary ghost, that seems certain,” he says. “I know. Something’s made her stronger.” “The way she died?” he asks. “I’m not sure. From what I’ve heard, she was just murdered like so many others. Throat slit. But now she’s haunting her old house, killing whoever steps inside, like some goddamn spider.”
Okay, kids. Life-lesson time.
There are some good ways to propose marriage: You can get down on one knee; you can buy a fancy ring; you can take a trip to a tropical island; you can go to Paris. Any of those are great. You should absolutely try on of those.
There are also some bad ways to propose marriage. These include throwing your sweetheart into a basket and running away with her.
That’s pretty much the worst way to propose.
Just so you know.
“Fred, Fred, Fred, I’m sick of hearing about him!’ snapped Jess’s mum. ‘He rang the other day, and straight away you were off out to meet him. Haven’t you got any dignity? Any pride? Or will you just run off out at the beck and call of any Tom, Dick, or Harry?’
‘Well, I wouldn’t cross the road to see Tom or Dick, but if it was Prince Harry, well, now you’re talking!’ she said. Granny laughed. Mum looked cross and ran her fingers through her hair in a tragic and fatigued way.