“Blake took a small roll from the tray on the table, then put it back in favor of a larger one. And maybe a little butter. It certainly couldn't hurt. And jam… no, he drew the line at jam. She was a spy, after all.”

— Julia Quinn

Source: To Catch an Heiress

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American novelist 1970

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