Sunday, February 9, 2020
Daily Dose
From The Claverings, by Anthony Trollope
IF
"'If he has played her false,' said she, as soon as she was alone with her old husband, 'he shall suffer for it, though I have to tear his face with my own fingers.'
'Nonsense, my dear; nonsense.'"
From Chapter XXXII, Florence Burton Packs Up a Packet
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