The Amorous Nightingale
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by Edward Marston
'Ask her nicely and she might even sing you a lullaby.'
'That would thrill me more than anything else.'
'What would?'
'To listen to my own amorous nightingale.'
A mischievous thought put a broad grin on Christopher's face.
'We could invite Father here to share the experience,' he said.
Henry Redmayne laughed so much that his ribs ached for an hour.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen