“I never minded a bit of temper in a horse docile enough to wear a saddle. “Now comes warmer kisses than any yer love ever gave ye. All else in his nature was humorless . ”“Okay, then, on we go.
A guy named Charles Dickens wrote that. ”Susan’s heart sank, sure he would tell—he’d not have the wit to understand he’d be getting her into trouble. “Watch your words, Will Dearborn,” he said in a low, hoarse voice. That Rhea still hadn’t done that business was ironic but understandable—as soon as she had seen how to
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