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"Oh, pish posh, my dear sir! Pish posh!" Said the pushiest Midford. Really, who did he think he was trying to fool? She could tell by the sharp glint in his eye, that fragile posturing — he was dangerous in the way that foxes and belladonna are.
How utterly exciting!
"There's no tricking me, I'll have you know! I have an eye for such things, and you are most fearsome indeed!" Lizzie's hand jabbed out to point, then her face visibly pinched. Ah, that came out rather rude, didn't it? "That's not quite right... I don't mean to say you look frightening! You're beautiful! But you carry yourself with the authority of any knight, I could imagine you leading an army of the most glamorous lads in England!"












