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“You are despicable,” she spat. “And you sound like the heroine of a very poorly written novel,”
“You’re the least eccentric person I know.” It was true, of course, but if Posy had to spend her life as an old maid, she wanted to be the eccentric one with the large hat, not the desperate one with the pinched mouth.
Oh now, this was too much. No man fell so blindingly into love that he no longer held a preference for his tea. This was England, for heaven’s sake. More to the point, this was tea.
