As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.
She stoops to conquer: or, the mistakes of a night... The second edition (ed. 1773)
As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.
She stoops to conquer: or, the mistakes of a night... The second edition (ed. 1773)