“Oh, my Margaret – my Margaret! No one can tell what you are to me! Dead – cold as you lie there, you are the only woman I ever loved! Oh, Margaret – Margaret!”
Chapter XXII, A Blow And It’s Consequences, North & South by Elizabeth Gaskell
So somebody threw these in with our guy and then they slowly ate him alive?Very slowly.
#who’s getting a little too frisky with the Pharaoh’s daughter after all, eh Richard? #be grateful you weren’t born in ancient times #or you would’ve suffered the hom dai too
bonus: evy’s reaction to “getting a little frisky“…
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