After spending all of her girlhood fervently wishing she could run away from home— she’d actually done it.
For the love of ammonites, man! That's just stupid. Why on earth would the Society need to protect unmarried women from bone-dry lectures regarding soil composition? Do your members find themselves whipped into some sort of dusty frenzy, from which no delicate lass would be safe?" Mr. Barrington tugged on his coat. "Sometimes the debate does get heated." Colin turned to her. "Min, Can I just hit him?" "I think that's a bad idea." "run him through with something sharp?
Think of it like running down a slope. If you attempt to slow down and choose your steps, you’re bound to trip up and stumble.
