Toia Be Reading

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That night he sits in a deep hot bath in our rooms, and I soap the nape of his neck and his strong muscled back as if we were a peasant and his doxy taking their annual bath on Shrove Tuesday. “Good,” he says. “Pray God the worst of this is over.”
The Lady of the Rivers (The Plantagenet and Tudor Novels, #1)
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