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1 " A skirted frock coat. Morgan held his chin up and closed the distance between him and that—that skirted frock coat-wearing monster. "
― J.A. Rock , A Rival for Rivingdon (The Lords of Bucknall Club, #3)
2 " It is the usual way of things, when you have done something to hurt someone else, to extend an olive branch.” Morgan was uncertain what a piece of tree could have to do with the ins and outs of polite society. Unless Earl Warrington meant some type of walking stick fashioned from the wood of the olive tree? Morgan was about to seek clarification when his uncle went on. "
3 " I think,” Morgan said, “that Viscount Soulden is as rough as a stallion!” “And as big?” Morgan tore his gaze away from Loftus’s damp bottom lip and tried to pretend he had an air of worldly knowledge. “Oh, certainly.” “And does he imagine that we are too willowy and frail to handle such dimensions?” Morgan gasped, and did it rather better than Loftus. “I do not think I could handle a stallion! "
