Where's that damn FOURTH Chaos Emerald!
Arrived in London, Tom Moore very soon indeed became the favourite of the fashionables, and the pet of the pettieoate. It mattered little in his instance, even in those preposterous days when H. K, H. George Prince of Wales was the example and the archleader of that old-world Snobbism Rampant, that the young Irish poet had a father over in Dublin, who was a small shopkeeper.
Then did he cast to steale her thence away, / And with him beare where none of her might know: / But all in vaine, for-why he found no way / To enter in […]
She read Gone With the Wind from cover to cover in less than six hours.
