Jack's always been a dog person, but I prefer cats.

“A Duchess of Saxony— fancy some dragonsome dowager—tearing across in the snow, to help a Duke of Burgundy, was it? She slid from the top down to—Lanslebourg, isn't it? ” She laughed.

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For when he knew his Rival freed and gone, / He ſwells with Wrath; he makes outrageous Moan: / He frets, he fumes, he ſtares, he ſtamps the Ground; / The hollow Tow'r with Clamours rings around: […]