Saturday, May 16, 2009

A Fraught Conversation

"Faugh!" thought Miss Lowndesbury, "I could tell you the tale of the Duke, your footmen, your neighbours the Hartlingtons, and me two nights ago, that would curl what's left of your thinning hair!"

Aloud, however, she replied smoothly, "I was just thinking, Your Grace, how very much I admire your capelet..."

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