as the wind churls: a hardy, frost bitten rudder saga, featuring a trampy duke and loose princess

do you think my nose looks like bill clinton.s? 

I think it.s stunningly disheveled, dear! 

did you steal my last breath mint? 

of course not, darling! It.s on the floor! Don.t pick it up though ! I.ll call a beefeater!

huzzah! 

what.s that on your chin? a hair? 

to be continued.Dinner break.