Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Window At The White Cat Quotes
Her eyes filled. "He forgot my birthday, two weeks ago, " she said. "It was the first one he had ever forgotten, in nineteen of them." Nineteen! Nineteen from thirty-five leaves sixteen!
Her eyes filled. "He forgot my birthday, two weeks ago, " she said. "It was the first one he had ever forgotten, in nineteen of them." Nineteen! Nineteen from thirty-five leaves sixteen!
