Elizabeth Hoyt Quote

Good Lord, His Grace the Ass hiding in the bushes, Apollo muttered. Whatever are you doing here? Ah, Kilbourne, you’ve regained your voice, Wakefield drawled. Pity, but I presume my wife is thrilled. And you are? He looked pointedly at Montgomery.

Elizabeth Hoyt

Good Lord, His Grace the Ass hiding in the bushes, Apollo muttered. Whatever are you doing here? Ah, Kilbourne, you’ve regained your voice, Wakefield drawled. Pity, but I presume my wife is thrilled. And you are? He looked pointedly at Montgomery.

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