The Fighting Shepherdess
Page 211"God, but you're cold-blooded!" He groped for the chair and sat down.
"You pay me a compliment," she answered, mockingly. "I take it you consent?"
He muttered sullenly: "There's nothin' else. Yes."
"God, but you're cold-blooded!" He groped for the chair and sat down.
"You pay me a compliment," she answered, mockingly. "I take it you consent?"
He muttered sullenly: "There's nothin' else. Yes."