That’s a big part of that scene’s appeal for me. How Richard As Thornton is so obviously a man in love with this woman; the tenderness and adoration and sense of wonder in his eyes, in his body language. Before he ever touches her lips, it is swooningly, achingly romantic.
Talk about chemistry!! He totally convinced me that he was deeply in love with her. How does he do that and how did she manage to handle all that adoration? I think the above named blanket would have been a necessity for most of us! *melts*
Thanks. He’s certainly a keeper, so glad Margaret finally came to her senses in that regard. Couldn’t have born for poor Mr. T to have suffered unrequited love for long.
Extraordinarily gorgeous. *sigh*
Yeah … SERIOUSLY gorgeous … *sigh*
So very lovely! I was napping on the train and dreamt of him.
Did he ask you if you were coming home with him?
No, he merely made the assumption, and he was right…
You just want to see me lug my “*thud* blanket” around with me, don’t you? *chuckle*
“*Thud* blanket”!! LOL! I think quite a number of us need one of those – particularly when John Thornton is around! *swoon*
Oh, that kiss, wow. And don’t get me started on how he looks at her throughout that train scene!
That’s a big part of that scene’s appeal for me. How Richard As Thornton is so obviously a man in love with this woman; the tenderness and adoration and sense of wonder in his eyes, in his body language. Before he ever touches her lips, it is swooningly, achingly romantic.
Talk about chemistry!! He totally convinced me that he was deeply in love with her. How does he do that and how did she manage to handle all that adoration? I think the above named blanket would have been a necessity for most of us! *melts*
Oh, these are just lovely, Angie! Beautifully done. Oh Thornton. I want one.
Thanks. He’s certainly a keeper, so glad Margaret finally came to her senses in that regard. Couldn’t have born for poor Mr. T to have suffered unrequited love for long.