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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave On his departure, he glanced swiftly back as he passed the furtive gaze of the gloved footmen.He was swept away in the momentum of shimmering glass....I had seen how the world turned, and I was beginning to feel my own power - Quote by Suzy Davies

On his departure, he glanced swiftly back as he passed the furtive gaze of the gloved footmen.He was swept away in the momentum of shimmering glass….I had seen how the world turned, and I was beginning to feel my own power

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