In short I will part with anything for you but you. — Mary Wortley Montagu
In short I will part with anything for you but you. — Mary Wortley Montagu
In short I will part with anything for you but you. — Mary Wortley Montagu
In short I will part with anything for you but you. — Mary Wortley Montagu
In short I will part with anything for you but you. — Mary Wortley Montagu
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In short I will part with anything for you but you.

— Mary Wortley Montagu
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