What if you were to get lost," he pointed out.
Oh, that was the final straw. She whirled around. "However could that happen, my lord?" She notched her chin up a bit. "We're standing on an island. Eventually I would come to an edge.
Oh, that was the final straw. She whirled around. "However could that happen, my lord?" She notched her chin up a bit. "We're standing on an island. Eventually I would come to an edge.
( Julia Quinn )
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