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"Jane," I said quietly. She opened her eyes, she had been far away in prayer. "Yes, Mary? Forgive me, I was praying." "If you go on flirting with the king with those sickly little smiles, one of us Boleyns is going to scratch your eyes out."
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henry-viii
mary-boleyn
threat
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Philippa Gregory |
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I was born to be your rival,' she [Anne] said simply. 'And you mine. We're sisters, aren't we?
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mary-boleyn
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Philippa Gregory |
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"There are women that men marry and there are women that men don't," Anne pronouned. "And you are the sort of mistress a man doesn't bother to marry. Sons or no sons." "Yes," Mary said. "I expect your right. But there clearly is a third sort and that is the woman that men neither marry or take as their mistress. Woman that go home ...alone for Xmas. And thats seems to be you my dear sister. Good day."
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mary-boleyn
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Philippa Gregory |
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Love overcame reason...I had rather beg my bread with him than to be the greatest queen christened.
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Carolyn Meyer |