Ever since we met I only shoot up with your perfume,
It's the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do
It's the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do
Elmer didn't need an excuse to lie down all day, he was a lazy wastrel and had probably been delighted. If Elmer did something sensible it was a coincidence. Clearly Macnair had been desperate for a second; he didn't seem to know his younger brother at all well if he thought he had a shred of common sense between his ears.
You can't blackmail me! Except he could. Charles forced himself into a slightly less impotent position, propping himself up on his elbows in outrage despite the discomfort it caused him. If you tell Elmer, if he ever breathes a word about to the duel to my mother - or anyone - I will destroy you. He wasn't sure in what sense but he was fresh out of ways to threaten Macnair. He couldn't do anything physically challenging at present and the man's career was, as ever, beyond his jurisdiction. Threatening his family whilst under their roof and trying to marry into it was ill-advised. What else was there? If there was any other way besides a scuffle that he could've subdued the threat Macnair posed to his future happiness he'd have tried it before ever raising a fist in Macnair's direction. There was surely some deep, dark, embarrassing secret; skeletons in his closet; something he could use against him; he just hadn't found it out yet.
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