She holds up a finger. "I'm getting to it. Don't rush a girl in the middle of her exposition.
Libba BrayHe frowns. "A dance with the carnivorous Felicity? Why? Has she eaten all the other available gentlemen?
Libba BraySimon, would you still care for me if you discovered I was not who I say I am?" What do you mean?" I mean would you still care for me, no matter what you came to know?" What a thing to ponder. I don't know what to say." The answer is no. He does not need to say it. With a sigh, Simon digs at the fire with the iron poker. Bits of the charred log fall away, revealing the angry insides. they flare orange for a moment, then quiet down again. After three tries, he gives up. I'm afraid this fire's had it." I can see a few embers remaining. "No, I think not. If..." He sighs, and it says everything.
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