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The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 1Let me first recapitulate as to how this happy state of affairs was brought about. The charabanc from Sparsit's arrived punctually at half past two and after depositing their hats and coats with our domestic staff, the girls were ushered straight into the library where the lecture was to take place. Dr Muttley himself welcomed the dozen or so young ladies who had made the journey, along with their escorts, the strait-laced Miss Atkinson, the headmistress, and an attractive younger colleague, Miss Irvine, who teaches history and science. Charlotte Harley is surely one of the prettiest girls I have ever seen. She is, to the day, eight months older than me and will celebrate her seventeenth birthday in early February. She is of slender build and medium height and her pretty face is sheer perfection; her chin is charmingly dimpled whilst, when she smiles, her full, pouting lips open to give a glimpse of two rows of ivory teeth set in the rosy flesh of her wide, sensuous mouth. Her nose is of the Roman cast, her eyes a lustrous deep brown and all this beauty is set off by shiny, chestnut hair ...» |
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