Quotes About Maccon

#1. Lord Maccon, being Lord Maccon and good at such things, then changed, right there in the Thames, from dog-paddling wolf to large man treading water. He did so flawlessly, so that his head never went under the water. Professor Lyall suspected him of practicing such maneuvers in the bathtub.

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#2. Very well, Lord Maccon. If we are going to play this particular hand, would you be interested in becoming my ... " "Mistress?

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#3. With his wife's imperious face peering down at him, Lord Maccon took a moment to wonder why he had thought to crave such a woman in his life. Alexia bent over and nibbled at his chest. Ah, yes, initiative and ingenuity.

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#4. Lady Maccon declined in horror. She enjoyed most foods, but brussels sprouts were nothing more than underdeveloped cabbages.

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#5. Someone was trying to kill Lady Alexia Maccon. It was most inconvenient, as she was in a dreadful hurry.

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#6. Oh, Lady Maccon, I am unreservedly in love with her. That black hair, that sweet disposition, those capital hats.

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#7. As with most things in life, Lady Maccon preferred the civilized exterior to the dark underbelly (with the exception of pork products, of course.)

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#8. Don't you think it's about time you sobered up?"
"Wait, lemme ponder that." Lord Maccon paused, as though giving the matter deep consideration. "Nope.

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#9. Ah, Lady Maccon, how lovely. I did wonder when you would track us down."
"I was unavoidably delayed by husbands and Ivys," explained Alexia.
"These things, regrettably, are bound to occur when one is married and befriended.

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#10. Lord Maccon was Scottish-big; this gentleman was only English-big - there was a distinct difference.

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#11. Lord Maccon reflected upon the state of his life wherein he had somehow gained a spouse who could not give a pig's foot for the latest dresses out of Paris but who whined about not owning an aethographic transmitter. Well, at least the two were comparable obsessions so far as expense was concerned.

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#12. Lord Maccon looked up. "Grovel, you say?"
Lyall did not glance away from the latest vampire report he was perusing. "Grovel, my lord.

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#13. Lord Maccon was built like a brick outhouse, with opinions twice as unmoving and often equally full of crap.

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#14. Lord Maccon, might we have words on the proper tying of a cravat? For my sanity's sake?
Lord Maccon was nonplussed. Professor Lyall, on the other hand, was pained. "I do what I can." Lord Akeldama looked at him, pity in his eyes. "You are a brave man.

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#15. Hello, princess," said Lord Maccon to the vampire.
"Got yourself into quite a pickle this time, didn't you?"
Lord Akeldama looked him up and down. "My sweet young naked boy, you are hardly one to talk. Not that I mind, of course.

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#16. The French inventor told the acting troupe about Lord Maccon's death.

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#17. Well, I am terribly concerned for your health. One simply should not weigh so much at your age. Lady Maccon poked at a sagging carrot and wondered if anyone would miss her dear sister were she to be oh-so-gently tipped over the rail of the upper deck.

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#18. That woman," Lord Maccon spat,"is is definitely alpha and most certainly female.

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#19. Lady Maccon cogitated. She would like to encourage this new spirit of social-mindedness. If Felicity needed anything in her life, it was a cause. Then she might stop nitpicking everyone else.

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#20. Alexia, did you know there is an entire regiment decamping on your front lawn?
Laddy Maccon sighed. Really, Ivy, I would never have noticed.

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#21. I Preserve the nonviable embryo in formaldehyde for future study. Lord Maccon has been drinking my samples. When confronted, he admitted to be enjoying both the refreshing beverage and the 'crunchy pickled snack' as well. I was not pleased (Professor Lyall to Madame Lefoux)

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#22. As a general rule, Lord Maccon appreciated a voluptuous woman. He liked a bit of meat on the female form, more to grab on to - and more to chew off.

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#23. Lady Maccon wondered if she had ever been so foolish over Lord Maccon. Then she recalled that her affection generally took the form of threats and verbal barbs. She gave herself a pat on the back for avoiding sentimentality.

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#24. Lord Maccon had the good grace to look sheepish-if a werewolf can be said to look sheepish.

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#25. Which was why, some six hours later, Alexia Maccon's daughter was born inside the head of an octomaton in the presence of her husband, a comatose werewolf dandy, and a French inventor.

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#26. My sister is a woman of mean understanding," explained Lady Maccon apologetically.
"And what are you?" asked Sedheag.
"Oh, I am simply mean.

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#27. No, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.

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#28. Professor Lyall said, "His lordship did say something about dealing with an embarrassing family emergency." "Am I not family?" wondered Lady Maccon. To which Lyall muttered under his breath, "And often embarrassing.

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#29. Oh, Professor Lyall, are you making a funny? It doesn't suit you."
The sandy-haired Beta gave Lady Maccon a dour look. "I am exploring new personality avenues."
"Well, stop it."
"Yes, my lady.

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#30. Please, Lord Maccon, use one of the cups. My delicate sensibilities."
The earl actually snorted.
"My dear Miss Tarabotti, if you possessed any such things, you certainly have never shown them to me.

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#31. Do not trouble me with such weak excuses

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#32. Stop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here

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#33. He has been mad for you these many months, ever since you prodded him in the nether regions with a hedgehog.

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