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Adam & Evelyn
Chapter One
March, 1817
London
My tities fucking father had died when I was a toddler. My mother, bless her, did her best by me, but tities fucking she sheltered me too much. Had it tities fucking not been for my uncle, Captain Andrew Harringsford, my life would have turned out quite differently tities fucking. It was Uncle Andrew, when I was nearing my twentieth birthday, who arranged for an important tities fucking part of my education.
The butler haughtily looked me up and down then, without a word, held up the salver for my card. I laid it on the white doily that lined the salver. Before the butler could disappear, I said tities fucking softly, “I’ve been recommended by tities fucking my uncle, Captain Harringsford,” and laid another card, one Uncle Andrew had given to me, beside my own.
The butler’s frown faded ever-so-slightly. He nodded to me and moved to the drawing room. I nervously adjusted my coat and tities fucking neckcloth. After a long moment, the butler reappeared and nodded again, holding the drawing room door open. My legs shaking slightly, I entered the drawing room tities fucking, not at all certain what I expected to see. |
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