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“If not hatred," put in her brother-in-law as the path broadened so that they could walk all abreast, "what of love?" Out of the corner of her eye, Mary saw her sister and brother-in-law exchange a sickeningly speaking glance. "Hmph," was Mrs. Fustian's eloquent opinion on that subject. For the first time that evening, Mary found herself in perfect agreement with her. "Good enough for shepherdesses, but not at all the thing for civilized folks. Love is a severely destabilizing emotion. Look at Paris," she finished, as though that said it all. "The city, or the Greek?" inquired Letty in a tone of suppressed laughter, her arm twined possessively through her husband's. "Either!" declared Mrs. Fustian.”

Quote by Lauren Willig

Book:The Seduction of the Crimson Rose
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The Seduction of the Crimson Rose

This book delves into the complexities of human relationships and the allure of forbidden love, set against the backdrop of a captivating narrative. more

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Lauren Willig
Lauren Willig

Lauren Willig is an accomplished American author, born on March 28, 1977. She is renowned for her historical novels, which skillfully blend historical settings with suspenseful storytelling. more

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