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“Leo offered his arm and Cassie took it. Sister and brother strolled aimlessly for a few moments. “Perhaps we have not suffered enough to earn happiness?” Cassie glanced up at him, relieved to note the teasing twinkle in his eye. “I should be happy to make you suffer with a well-placed kick to your backside if that’s what you wish.” Leo laughed. “I shall pass if you don’t mind. Besides, I am barely nine-and-twenty and have plenty of time left to enjoy myself before the need truly arises to settle myself with a wife.” He sobered. “You, however—” “Don’t say it, Leo,” Cassie said firmly. “Or I shall be forced to deliver that kick and a great deal more.”

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Book:The Pursuit of Marriage
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The Pursuit of Marriage

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Victoria Alexander
Victoria Alexander

Victoria Alexander, born in 1965, is an accomplished author. Her works span across various genres, including history, biography, and fiction. Alexander's writing is renowned for its profound insights and rich imagination, making her a favorite among readers. more

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