Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same thick legs. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest. You wore a blue dress with your hair unbound, and never had I seen a maid so glorious with eyes so blue or a smile so bright. ‘And you know, my dear, I do think you must make up your mind to beard this wretched grandfather of yours. “With me I believe that it is more. “The most important is that I have a new admirer.
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