I have not the least doubt Miss Milroy is a charming girl. Think of her pretty muslin dress flitting about among your trees and committing trespasses on your property; think of her adorable feet trotting into your fruit-garden, and her delicious fresh lips kissing your ripe peaches; think of her dimpled hands among your early violets, and her little cream coloured nose buried in your blush roses...
Wilkie Collins Armadale
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