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Love is a fever... in my blood.' " Clarissa Crambray winced as those word trembled in the air. Truly, this had to be the worst of the poems Lord Prudhomme had recited since arriving in her father's town house an hour ago.
Love is a fever... in my blood.' " Clarissa Crambray winced as those word trembled in the air. Truly, this had to be the worst of the poems Lord Prudhomme had recited since arriving in her father's town house an hour ago.