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27 July 2014 @ 12:07 pm
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  • Sun, 00:50: The lone genius is a myth that has outlived its usefulness ... Shakespeare, for example, did not typically dream... http://t.co/AVyircYJrd
  • Sun, 01:07: She was very pretty, with warm brown eyes fringed by long, lush lashes and a wide, kissable mouth. A diaphanous gown of pale #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:09: green and white accentuated her boyish figure: flat chest, slim waist and narrow hips over long, slender legs. There was a #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:10: modest pearl choker around her throat and matching drops in her ears. Her contralto voice was slightly husky, both ladylike #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:10: and sensual. If only she'd been the first one, Anthony thought, he might have been able to rise to the occasion. "Would you #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:11: like a glass of wine?" he asked. "Yes, please." She sat down in the other chair. "I was afraid it was going to be wham, bam, #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:12: thank you ma'am, without exchanging a word." Anthony's hands were steady as he poured. "You did not attend the Prince's #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:12: class?" "No." She raised her glass in a toast. "Congratulations on your engagement." "Thank you," Anthony said. "You're the #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:13: first one to say it. Are you disappointed that I'm not him?" "Not at all," the girl said. "I followed the entire #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:14: Rumplestiltskin campaign in the broadsheets. You're quite the hero." They spent the requisite hour together, talking and #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:14: finishing the bottle. The girl was up on recent history and current events, and carried on a conversation like an educated #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:15: person. She reminded Anthony of the aristocratic ladies who held salons, where wit and sophistication ruled, and a man's #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:16: title meant nothing if his manners were coarse or he was inarticulate. When the Queen's lady knocked on the door, the girl #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:17: stood up with a start and rushed out before Anthony had a chance to ask her name. The woman consulted her list, holding the #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:17: parchment up to the light and singeing the edge on the torch in the wall sconce. "Hmm. I can't make it out. Cindy? Cellar? #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:18: Cenerentola?" Anthony snorted. "Anyway, can you find out who she is and have her come back?" "Of course, my lord," the woman #AtSecondGlance
  • Sun, 01:18: said, frowning at the impossible task. "And next time, put her first."