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. "Yes," she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom face, his broad shouldered frame, his hat jauntily poised atop his mop of dark hair. "
"Indeed," he agreed, "A vicar's daughter become a vicar's wife, it is," he paused seeing her discomfort, "As if ordained by the lord almighty," he said pompously
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A chair, a wardrobe a chest of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of sixteen candles shone like sunlight, rich rugs carpeted the floor and all was as opulent as any whore's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire
. "Yes," she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom face, his broad shouldered frame, his hat jauntily poised atop his mop of dark hair. "
"Indeed," he agreed, "A vicar's daughter become a vicar's wife, it is," he paused seeing her discomfort, "As if ordained by the lord almighty," he said pompously
Sexy. . Who's saying Mr
A chair, a wardrobe a chest of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of sixteen candles shone like sunlight, rich rugs carpeted the floor and all was as opulent as any whore's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire
. "Yes," she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom face, his broad shouldered frame, his hat jauntily poised atop his mop of dark hair. "
"Indeed," he agreed, "A vicar's daughter become a vicar's wife, it is," he paused seeing her discomfort, "As if ordained by the lord almighty," he said pompously
Sexy. . Who's saying Mr
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