She murmured something, perhaps her own remembrance of a place lost. "Do you?" she said after some time.
"Yes . . . I mean to say, no," he corrected. "Oh, bother, I don't know."
"Don't fret over it. You can't get back the time you've lived, and all you have is what is before you," she said sagely.
"Egads, I find myself betrothed to a bluestocking," he teased. "Who was that, Aristotle?"
She laughed. "No, Aunt Bedelia."/>

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" He said someday I would come home and regret ever leaving."
She murmured something, perhaps her own remembrance of a place lost. "Do you?" she said after some time.
"Yes . . . I mean to say, no," he corrected. "Oh, bother, I don't know."
"Don't fret over it. You can't get back the time you've lived, and all you have is what is before you," she said sagely.
"Egads, I find myself betrothed to a bluestocking," he teased. "Who was that, Aristotle?"
She laughed. "No, Aunt Bedelia. "

― Elizabeth Boyle , Love Letters From a Duke (Bachelor Chronicles, #3)

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Elizabeth Boyle quote : He said someday I would come home and regret ever leaving.She murmured something, perhaps her own remembrance of a place lost. "Do you?" she said after some time.
"Yes . . . I mean to say, no," he corrected. "Oh, bother, I don't know."
"Don't fret over it. You can't get back the time you've lived, and all you have is what is before you," she said sagely.
"Egads, I find myself betrothed to a bluestocking," he teased. "Who was that, Aristotle?"
She laughed. "No, Aunt Bedelia." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>
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