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“Don’t you want this fairytale with me?” Lobelia fluttered her lashes, hoping she looked convincing. What she really wanted, of course, was to be part of the wealthy and estimable Baggins clan, one way or another.
Drogo, for his part, wasn’t having any of it. “Good day, Miss Bracegirdle.” He slammed the door in her face, gasping in shock, and sat down at his desk to finish Cousin Bilbo’s essay.
Cousin Bilbo, he added, if you perhaps find it quite convenient, could you please contrive some way to see me out of Miss Bracegirdle’s sights? The lass is pigheadedly stubborn!
