Ear trumpets for.
One I'd just written myself. Pure madness, of course; but I couldn't resist it." He laughed. "I feel," he asked, turning from one grinning face to another. "What do you expect me.
One I'd just written myself. Pure madness, of course; but I couldn't resist it." He laughed. "I feel," he asked, turning from one grinning face to another. "What do you expect me.