“Good! I have altared my own position since last refusing you."
“Oh, Prudence, that’s what I love about you! You make worse puns than I do. Now dare I say it? You are, you really are, my altar ego.”
In the hallway, Mrs. Mallow heard a ripple of merry laughter, such an unusual sound in the household lately, and decided after all that Dammler would make a pretty good husband for them.
Copyright © 1982 by Joan Smith
Electronically published in 2002 by Belgrave House/Regency Reads
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