Chapter 19
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Updated : Jan 15th, 2021
"There is a sense of sad beauty about the approach of autumn. The fleeting glory of summer is slipping away."
"Lady Henriette, you look marvelous in any possible attire. " Lord Tennyson approached with his servant following closely behind, leading the lord's big white horse.
"And you look perfectly at a place as out master of Foxhounds for today." She outstretched her hand, which Tennyson took in his and kissed.
"I can't say I'm very experienced in hunting, but everything seems to...
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