It’s just so cute, the way he teases her.
This too-cool, rugged Englishman strutting along his great estate, going “Oh, my dear lovely Janet!”
It just kills me.
Posts tagged Jane
”It’s as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your frame… I am afraid if that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly for you.