Still, that leaves over a million shrines short, not reckoning widows who re-marry. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle. Last week. This was in Tennessee. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. “I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly.
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