“But I have also heard that the young man was most charming,” my stepmother said. “Tall and gangly as a beanpole, but still most charming.”
“So it was charm that won our revolution, my dear?” Father said with a grin.
The corners of Prissy’s mouth were curved upwards ever so slightly as she said, “It never hurts to have a little charm, Samuel.”
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