9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 14, 2009

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Elliot says, "Imagine me, if you will, a man of noble mien, masterful yet enigmatic, bearing a thin saber scar on my right cheek partially obscured beneath a short beard…a man of parts, with powerful shoulders and a trim waist…" Elliot says, "…Soft-spoken, well dressed, redolent of pipe tobacco and fine brandy, aristocratic yet equally comfortable in the streets of Calcutta and the House of Lords.....A man with piercing blue eyes bespeaking a past of action, of pain, of lost love..." Elliot says, "Imagine me that way...and tell me, would you love me all the more?" Juliette thinks, "Oh, baby!" Juliette says, "Not at all, sweetheart" Elliot says, "I'll have you know I saw your hips twitch."