“Maybe someday I can look them up again, just to see how they are doing. "I can," replied Trenchard. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. But if God is kind to me, someday I may climb up to where you are. ” She laughed softly to herself. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. uk Take a look at some of my Georgian romances here: https://animoto.
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