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Grace Wallflower

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“Whatever do you mean?” Charles broke into a sweat and tried to loosen his collar.

“Good lord! You actually like that chit!” Percy laughed heartily.

Charles blushed. “What if I do?

“To each his own I suppose. She always seems so dour. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen her smile.”

“She a serious sort.”

“Bluestocking.”

“Her father’s a book publisher.”

“Right. Books.” Percy shuddered.

“What is wrong with books?”

“Boring.”

“Not all of them.”

“The ones my father owns certainly are.”

“Well, he’s boring.”

“Find me a book that changes my mind and I will help you woo Miss Elliot.”

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