It was a guy named Bishop and she'd met him on the trip up. The news butcher introduced them, I guess.
We felt like total ning-nongs.
[…] I was prick'd with some reproof, / As one that let foul wrong stagnate and be, / By having look'd too much thro' alien eyes, / And wrought too long with delegated hands, / Not used mine own: […]
They finished each other's sentences, for goodness sakes!
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