“Somewhere in your nursery rhymes,” Cranleigh said, intruding yet again, “you must have learned that men do talk. They compare. They judge. They even, Lady Amelia, are known to make coarse jests.” “Darling Cranleigh,” Sophia said from behind her. “How… — Claudia Dain Copy Share Image
“Somewhere in your nursery rhymes,” Cranleigh said, intruding yet again, “you must have learned that men do talk. They compare. They judge. They even,… — Claudia Dain Copy Share Image
