The House of Seven Fountains Page 23
by Anne Weale
She slipped her hand into his. “I love you and I love Malaya. But if you wanted to go to the North Pole I’d still be happy, my best and dearest of doctors,” she told him contentedly.
by Anne Weale
She slipped her hand into his. “I love you and I love Malaya. But if you wanted to go to the North Pole I’d still be happy, my best and dearest of doctors,” she told him contentedly.