I'm Too Sexy For My Cope
"Huddled up in a cope of gold wrought silk he peered around. Society had rallied in force. A christening - and not a child's."
"Huddled up in a cope of gold wrought silk he peered around. Society had rallied in force. A christening - and not a child's."
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But it's such a splendid cope...
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