She opened her mouth, about to confirm her attendance for him, but he had been too able to dictate the terms of this interaction, and she would not set herself up for to lose against him again. Not let him run the board just as he had this evening. The screeching violins final note marked the end of the tortured waltz, and surprisingly, her next dance, a rather rambunctious polka had been claimed, and she spotted the gentleman already making his way to her. He was a nice man, a widower, pleasant but uninspired, but it was generally considered bad manners for an unmarried woman to turn down a dance if her card was free.
Still before he reached her, she turned to her companion, 'You might well Mister Daphnel, but I suppose if I'm playing the game right on the nights, you might never know it.' and just as the gent extended his arm to hers she flashed Mister Daphnel a last cheeky smile and a bobbing curtsey.
Still before he reached her, she turned to her companion, 'You might well Mister Daphnel, but I suppose if I'm playing the game right on the nights, you might never know it.' and just as the gent extended his arm to hers she flashed Mister Daphnel a last cheeky smile and a bobbing curtsey.
I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
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I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory