“Mama, why must we,” Emma twitched at her crinoline with a scowl in an attempt to keep it clear of the mud and manure in the middle of the main thoroughfare of Auckland, New Zealand, “wear the height of London fashion in this God-forsak—” “Emma!” Mrs.Wyndham-Smyth hissed. “Ladies do not use that sort of language.” …
Lords and Ton of New Zealand… and the Scumbags… or are they?
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