'Oh, Miss Fisher,' gasped Lindsay, dropping to his knees in front of her and burying his head in her shoulder. 'I think I've fallen in love with you!'
'Quite possibly,' agreed Phryne briskly. 'But it will wear off.'
'Oh, Miss Fisher,' gasped Lindsay, dropping to his knees in front of her and burying his head in her shoulder. 'I think I've fallen in love with you!'
'Quite possibly,' agreed Phryne briskly. 'But it will wear off.'
I found this gorgeous edition in a used bookstore in Chapel Hill, NC.
"After killing his adversary, the unruffled [editor William] Coleman returned to the [New-York Evening] Post 'and got out the paper in good style, although half an hour late,' said a subsequent editor."
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