![]() ![]() “Perfect,” he assured her, and bit into the pear, closing his eyes as the luscious juice flooded his mouth. “It’s left from yesterday, though, and strong enough to take the shine off your teeth.” “Well, I’ll not be saying there isn’t,” she said dubiously. Amaranthus gave him an up and down glance, inhaled as though trying to judge his state of intoxication from his aroma, and with a faint shake of the head, handed him a ripe pear. With an eye for the fruit, he strode up and bade the women good morning. She was talking to Amaranthus, who had evidently been gathering as well she carried a trug that held a large mound of grapes and a few pears from the small tree that grew near the cook-house. William found Moira, the cook, in the kitchen garden, pulling spring onions. ![]() Social Media Hashtags: #DailyLines, #GoTELLTheBEESThatIAmGONE, #noitisntfinishedyet, #Illtellyouwhenitis, #dontworry, #youwontmissit, #itsratherlarge ![]()
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