Gentleman Swag Quotes

What do you think we'd be bringing you along for, hmmm?" "Well, I would have imagined that this had something to do with it," she said, moving her hands strategically to a more interesting location. "Ah," he said, "and so it does, but you could sort of be honorary captain, too-" "Can I name the boat?" "As if you'd let anyone else do it!" "All right," she whispered. "If that's the plan, that's the plan. We'll do it." "You really mean-" "Hell," she said, "with just the swag we pulled from Salon Corbeau, everyone on this crew can stay drunk for months when we get back to the Ghostwinds. Zamira won't miss me for a while." They kissed. "Half a year." They kissed again. "Year or two, maybe." "Always a way to attack," Jean mused between kisses, "always a way to escape." "Of course," she whispered. "Hold fast, and sooner or later you'll always find what you're after.

Mr. Harrison glanced up, as if entreating the heavens, then grimaced. “The Yuletide season has officially started.” He pointed to the crossbeam over the antechamber, where a swag of mistletoe had been hung. “Louisa and Joseph are quite enamored of all things—” Whatever nonsense Jenny had intended to spout one minute before Elijah Harrison trotted out of her life, she forgot as he put a gloved hand on her shoulder. “It’s a harmless tradition,” he said. “One I’ve had occasion to appreciate.” With that, he kissed her, and not on the cheek as a proper gentleman ought. He touched his mouth to hers softly, a lingering, gentle kiss that conveyed… something. Regret perhaps, at having to face the miserable winter day. Before he drew back, he whispered, “You’ll want to look at the sketchbook I used, and, Genevieve?” He bore the scent of rosemary and lavender, and he was leaving. “Mr. Harrison?” “You draw wonderfully. Be proud of yourself.” He gave her cheek a quick buss and passed through the door. Jenny held his compliment close to her heart—the real compliment, the one he’d whispered. She held his kisses closer.