Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. “You are the type that I want to marry someday, you’ve got a beautiful body, such pretty eyes. “Well, I don’t think you told him as much as that, did you?” Lady Lescelles asked. It is Anna again who stands between me and ruin. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. The doctor said you wrote.
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