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Secrets of a Summer Night

Book by Lisa Kleypas · 3 quotes · Annabelle And Simon, Annabelle Peyton, Lillian Bowman

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“Every now and then the breeze carries a distinct hint of eau de sheep." "Really?" Annabelle sniffed experimentally. "I don't smell a thing." "That's because you don't have a nose," Lillian replied. "I beg your pardon?" Annabelle asked with a quizzical grin. "Oh, you have a regular sort of nose," Lillian explained, "but I have 'a nose.' I'm unusually sensitive to smell. Give me any perfume, and I can separate it into all its parts. Rather like listening to a musical chord and dividing all its notes. Before we left New York, I even helped to develop a formula for scented soap, for my father's factory." "Could you create a perfume, do you think?" Annabelle asked in fascination. "I daresay I could create an excellent perfume," Lillian said confidently.”

PerfumeSense Of SmellLillian Bowman
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“Damn," Westcliff finally exclaimed. "I have occasional business dealings with their father. How am I supposed to face Thomas Bowman without remembering that I've seen his daughter in her underwear?" "Daughters," Simon corrected. "They were both there." "I only noticed the taller one." "Lillian?" "Yes, that one." A scowl crossed Westcliff's face. "Good God, no wonder they're all unmarried! They're heathens even by American standards. And the way that woman spoke to me, as if I should have been embarrassed to interrupt their pagan revelry-”

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“Lillian tells everyone about her flaws," Daisy said, her brown eyes twinkling. "She's proud of them." "I do have a terrible temper," Lillian acknowledged smugly. "And I can curse like a sailor." "Who taught you to do that?" Annabelle asked. "My grandmother. She was a washerwoman. And my grandfather was the soap maker from whom she bought her supplies. Since she worked near the docks, most of her customers were sailors and dockers, who taught her words so vulgar that it would curl your hair ribbons to hear them.”

GrandmotherLillian Bowman
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