( A story is what she's been wanting, is it? Takes all sorts in this world, but she's a woman, and they like adventure. It's true what they say in the taverns: the prim and proper sort are always hungry for getting their gowns a little ragged, their corsets loose. Cooped up in their fine houses, there's no where for their feeble thoughts to wander except to books and poems and tragedies.
She's hoping, Artemius supposes, he has excitement in his past, so she might blossom of it like a parasite. So she might think of it in fascination, while she entertains a dull-witted suitor, or tackles her stitchwork.
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She's hoping, Artemius supposes, he has excitement in his past, so she might blossom of it like a parasite. So she might think of it in fascination, while she entertains a dull-witted suitor, or tackles her stitchwork.
Well, another sip downed, he can help there. )
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