[ Pressing her fingertips to her wetted lips, she takes up her handkerchief from her pocket, to press over her mouth. Meanwhile. The tea is hastily set aside, by William's. ]
Which would lead me to believe you weren't sold on it. [ She finally mumbles, refolding the cloth. ]
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Which would lead me to believe you weren't sold on it. [ She finally mumbles, refolding the cloth. ]