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1312329Count's Wifehttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/count-s-wife/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1421813/f7dfdcef-7a67-4526-b211-ead7626371c5.jpg?v=6383380867268300005959MXNEmily DickinsonInStock/Ebooks/<p>Jennifer lifted her small terrier into her lap and gave him a morsel of the food from her plate as she sat across the dinner table from her husband.</p><p>Must you really have that animal at the table? he asked.</p><p>Im sorry it bothers you, Jennifer said. Although, she really wasnt. She didnt give a damn what her husband the Count of Venterbin wanted or didnt want. And, she knew the feeling was mutual.</p><p>She had done her duty and given him a son and heir. That had been six years ago. And, the count hadnt touched her since. He hadnt needed to since he had a mistress and a dozen or so bastards. And, after the birth of her son, she had been told she would not have any more children. So, there had been no reason for the Count to bother himself with her. Which was just fine with her. Normally, they stayed on two different estates. But, they were celebrating her nieces wedding and it would not have been appropriate for them to not attend. So, they were both at the London Estate.</p><p>It really is so unsanitary to have a dog at the table, the Count persisted.</p><p>He is kept very clean. I bathe him every day, she said rubbing him at the base of his tail. It made the little dog whimper and push into her hand.</p><p>Isnt that right Colin? she cooed to the dog.</p><p>I know you named the him after your Rake lover. The one who fled when I challenged him to a duel .I know you did it to spite me. And I suspect that is why you always are bringing him to the breakfast table. To remind me. Well, it doesnt work, the Count said.</p>1302441Count's Wife5959https://www.gandhi.com.mx/count-s-wife/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1421813/f7dfdcef-7a67-4526-b211-ead7626371c5.jpg?v=638338086726830000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20149781310281037_W3siaWQiOiI1YzJlOGY5ZS1iY2NiLTRkZTUtYjIyZC04ZTBjMDI4Mjk3YTYiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjU5LCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjo1OSwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6IklwcCIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjItMTEtMjlUMjE6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d9781310281037_<p>Jennifer lifted her small terrier into her lap and gave him a morsel of the food from her plate as she sat across the dinner table from her husband.</p><p>Must you really have that animal at the table? he asked.</p><p>Im sorry it bothers you, Jennifer said. Although, she really wasnt. She didnt give a damn what her husband the Count of Venterbin wanted or didnt want. And, she knew the feeling was mutual.</p><p>She had done her duty and given him a son and heir. That had been six years ago. And, the count hadnt touched her since. He hadnt needed to since he had a mistress and a dozen or so bastards. And, after the birth of her son, she had been told she would not have any more children. So, there had been no reason for the Count to bother himself with her. Which was just fine with her. Normally, they stayed on two different estates. But, they were celebrating her nieces wedding and it would not have been appropriate for them to not attend. So, they were both at the London Estate.</p><p>It really is so unsanitary to have a dog at the table, the Count persisted.</p><p>He is kept very clean. I bathe him every day, she said rubbing him at the base of his tail. It made the little dog whimper and push into her hand.</p><p>Isnt that right Colin? she cooed to the dog.</p><p>I know you named the him after your Rake lover. The one who fled when I challenged him to a duel .I know you did it to spite me. And I suspect that is why you always are bringing him to the breakfast table. To remind me. Well, it doesnt work, the Count said.</p>9781310281037_Emily Dickinson8d7e4e19-32e9-3050-9639-7d2ce8a16fed_9781310281037;9781310281037_9781310281037Emily DickinsonInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/smashwords_level45-epub-aac7ef14-3b9b-4f68-8480-022b798231a2.epub2014-05-19T00:00:00+00:00Emily Dickinson