"Luncheon,
Newport 100s!" she barked in old Miss Rashleigh's ear. One second later old
Miss Rashleigh stretched her leg out; gripped her stick; and rose too.
Both old women advanced slowly to the table; and were tucked in by the
butler and the footman,
Buy Newport Cigarette, one at this end,
Buy Cheap Newport, one at that. Off came the
silver cover. And there was the pheasant, featherless, gleaming; the
thighs tightly pressed to its side; and little mounds of breadcrumbs
were heaped at either end.
Newport Cigarettes Reviews-(67)
Threaded Mode