Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
For nature made her what she is, Mona is looking lovely, a little pale perhaps from some natural agitation, but her pallor only adds to the lustre of her great blue eyes and lends an additional sweetness to the ripeness of her lips. Her hair is a little loose, but eminently becoming, and altogether she looks as like an exquisite painting as one can conceive. "Mrs. Carson has come to see you," she says, in an agony of fear, giving her a little shake..
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
🎁 Embrace the excitement at Fortune Scratch Life:Earn cash with our exclusive welcome package! Sign up now to claim your rewards and dive into a world of endless entertainment. 💸✨I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
🎁 Claim Your Share of Rewards at easybet login Where Every Bet Counts!
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
"He is," says Dorothy, with growing animation. "Your wife?" repeats she, in soft, lingering tones, and a little tender seraphic smile creeps into her eyes and lies lightly on her lips. "But I am not fit to be that, and——" "Look here," says Geoffrey. "I won't have Mona spoiled. If she hadn't a headache, she hadn't, you know, and if you were at home, why, you were, and that's all about it. Why should she tell a lie about it?" "I tell you I have not," says Geoffrey. "Nothing of the sort. You are wool-gathering.".
298 people found this
review helpful