Dear Diary,
Such a splendid eve spent in the company of Misses Foster and Dixon yesterday.
I told them of the troubles with 'my' Knob and of our impending journey to London in our bid to outflank Cain.
I perceived by the manner in which Miss Dixon sliced into her lamb balls that she held no affection for my brother.
"If only we could lay our hands upon the Longbird fortune," she said between mouthfuls, " for then I am sure we should be able to acquire it for our own."
If only, indeed!
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
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