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historical gold prices monthly - The Headmaster's
The Headmaster's Fall (Regency Historical Couples' Fantasy)
The Headmaster's Fall (Regency Historical Couples' Fantasy)
On my honor, I do solemnly swear that no innocents, underage women, or Regency rakes were harmed in the making of this story.

Best regards,
Laurel Bennett

PS. This is a very short erotic tale. Not a full length novel. Hope you enjoy it!

A virgin, a rake, Regency England... pleasure.

Our heroine finds herself in trouble and sent to the headmaster's quarters. Punish her or pleasure her? It's his choice to decide.

Excerpt:
“She is a disgrace to the school, my lord,” she chirped. She didn’t even wait for his lordship to speak. She just began her diatribe. But he held up a hand to cut her off.
He was a man of means. And he didn’t hesitate to display it. His waistcoat and jacket were of the finest quality, and I wanted very much to run my hands over the fabric. The jacket hugged his broad shoulders, and I found myself jealous. How ridiculous. Jealous that his jacket got such intimacy? His blond hair was slightly over-long. It brushed the top of his neckcloth and a lock of hair fell across his forehead.
“But sir,” Miss Houghton began. He held up his hand again, and she pursed her lips, as though creating a dam to hold back the words.
“You may go,” he clipped out. Then he dropped into a chair behind his desk. He looked a bit… weary.
I turned toward the door, my heart hurting a little at the thought of not having my talking-to.
“Not you, Miss Winters.” He pointed his quill at Miss Houghton. “You.”
“But my lord, I need to tell you what she has done. It’s unseemly. She influences all the other girls. And if she’d not expelled, she’ll ruin them all.”
He raised his eyebrows at her as he repeated, “You. May. Go.”
She huffed for a moment, which reminded me of a peacock I’d once seen as he darted about the yard after a bug. “Wait.” He said. She turned back with glee. He held out his hand. “I’ll have the birch stick.” She placed it in his hand with a disappointed sound. Then quit the room.
I turned to him slowly, not quite sure how to address him.
“Close the door,” he barked.
Close the door? If there was one thing I was certain of, a lady should never close a door and be alone with a man.
He lowered his head and cupped his forehead in his palm for a moment, massaging gently. “Close the blasted door, Miss Winters,” he barked again as he righted himself. He ran a hand through his hair, a mark of frustration. He sighed heavily.
I scurried to close the blasted door and approached him on legs that shook.
He pointed to the chair across from his desk. “Sit, Miss Winters.”

On my honor, I do solemnly swear that no innocents, underage women, or Regency rakes were harmed in the making of this story.

Best regards,
Laurel Bennett

PS. This is a very short erotic tale. Not a full length novel. Hope you enjoy it!

A virgin, a rake, Regency England... pleasure.

Our heroine finds herself in trouble and sent to the headmaster's quarters. Punish her or pleasure her? It's his choice to decide.

Excerpt:
“She is a disgrace to the school, my lord,” she chirped. She didn’t even wait for his lordship to speak. She just began her diatribe. But he held up a hand to cut her off.
He was a man of means. And he didn’t hesitate to display it. His waistcoat and jacket were of the finest quality, and I wanted very much to run my hands over the fabric. The jacket hugged his broad shoulders, and I found myself jealous. How ridiculous. Jealous that his jacket got such intimacy? His blond hair was slightly over-long. It brushed the top of his neckcloth and a lock of hair fell across his forehead.
“But sir,” Miss Houghton began. He held up his hand again, and she pursed her lips, as though creating a dam to hold back the words.
“You may go,” he clipped out. Then he dropped into a chair behind his desk. He looked a bit… weary.
I turned toward the door, my heart hurting a little at the thought of not having my talking-to.
“Not you, Miss Winters.” He pointed his quill at Miss Houghton. “You.”
“But my lord, I need to tell you what she has done. It’s unseemly. She influences all the other girls. And if she’d not expelled, she’ll ruin them all.”
He raised his eyebrows at her as he repeated, “You. May. Go.”
She huffed for a moment, which reminded me of a peacock I’d once seen as he darted about the yard after a bug. “Wait.” He said. She turned back with glee. He held out his hand. “I’ll have the birch stick.” She placed it in his hand with a disappointed sound. Then quit the room.
I turned to him slowly, not quite sure how to address him.
“Close the door,” he barked.
Close the door? If there was one thing I was certain of, a lady should never close a door and be alone with a man.
He lowered his head and cupped his forehead in his palm for a moment, massaging gently. “Close the blasted door, Miss Winters,” he barked again as he righted himself. He ran a hand through his hair, a mark of frustration. He sighed heavily.
I scurried to close the blasted door and approached him on legs that shook.
He pointed to the chair across from his desk. “Sit, Miss Winters.”

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William Spurrell (1813-1889)
William Spurrell (1813-1889)
William Spurrell, the third son of Richard and Elizabeth Spurrell was born at 13, Quay Street,1 Carmarthen on 30th July 1813. The father, a former malster, became clerk to the justices of the Carmarthen division of the county, an appointment he held until his death. The family settled in Carmarthen about two hundred years ago, when John Spurrell, an auctioneer left Bath to live in Lower Market Street (now Hall Street) and became estate agent for one of the Mansels. Their son, the aforementioned Richard, married Margaretta, daughter of Thomas Thomas, Frowen, about two miles north-west of Llanboidy. George, younger brother of William, liked to claim that the Spurrells were an ancient family descended from a Roman invader called Spurilius, a name which occurs in Livy, but no one could be sure whether he was meant to be taken seriously. William Spurrell attended the Queen Elizabeth Grammar School in his native town until he was about sixteen, when he was apprenticed to John Powell Davies, a councillor and leading citizen of Carmarthen, who had a printing establishment at 58, King Street. After five years, young Spurrell left for London to work in the office of Bradbury and Evans, printers and publishers, where he had the experience of working from the manuscripts of Dickens (Pickwick Papers and Nicholas Nichleby) and Disraeli (Henrietta Temple). He returned to Carmarthen in 1839 and on 18th August 1840 a certificate of registration was issued to him to establish a printing press in the Borough. His first printing office was in Spurrell's Court, Lower Market Street, so-called because the family had property there. The following year he moved his business to 37 King Street, where he also opened a stationery shop. In these premises the business remained for the rest of its time in Spurrell hands. In the early days, all the printing was done in one room at street level and upstairs there was a book-binding room, but as business grew so the office was extended. Printing was done on hand presses2 for more than thirty years until about 1872, when the first printing machine, driven by a primitive gas engine, was installed. In time William Spurrell acquired for himself an enviable reputation as a printer and publisher and many important works issued from his premises. But he was, too, an author who published his own work. The first edition of his Welsh-English Dictionary he issued in 1848, his English-Welsh Dictionary appearing in 1850. Other of his works which followed were a Welsh Grammar, Lessons in Welsh and English-Welsh Primer. The dictionaries ran through a number of editions and eventually earned praise from David Lloyd George in the following terns: 'I deeply appreciate the great service which the firm of W. Spurrell & Son have rendered over a long period to the Welsh language by producing successive editions of their Welsh Dictionary. I myself have found their last edition invaluable ...' Long after William Spurrell's death the dictionaries were completely revised by John and Edward Anwyl, but they still appeared under the Spurrell imprint, the Welsh-English text first in 1914 and the English-Welsh version first in 1916. But the largest work ever undertaken was the Welsh dictionary of Daniel Silvan Evans, planned on a grand scale in 1884. In 1857 he acquired Yr Haul, a Church monthly, priced sixpence, which had been produced at Llandovery from its inception at the beginning of that year, and was its editor during the time he published it up to 1884. A few years later, in 1862, he brought out a cheaper monthly, Y Cyfaill Eglwysig, price one penny. During this period — 1860 to 1884 — he also produced a small weekly pamphlet called The Carmarthen Chronicle and Haul Advertiser, which served as a means to publish his personal views, often of antiquarian interest, as well as local news. With his ever increasing output of printed works he built up a reputation as a master of the first rank who introduced technical improvements, notably in the design of the printing case. He wrote often to the Printers' Register and he revised the proofs of Southward's Dictionary of Typography. If the dictionaries made his name a familiar one throughout Wales, it is the less ambitious Carmarthen and Its Neighbourhood that has endeared William Spurrell to the people of his native town and district. Although he contributed to contemporary journals, his claim to be considered as a local historian rests on this slight volume, which first appeared in 1860, an enlarged edition being brought out in 1879. It cannot in any sense be regarded as a comprehensive history — he probably never intended it to be — but it remaind for long the only convenient reference source and is still frequently consulted; without it much would have been lost to memory and the recollections of The Oldest Inhabitant3 of the day left unrecorded. But inextensive as his published work is, Spurrell was certainly rated as an antiquarian of supreme worth in
Historical tram car
Historical tram car
Historical tram car in Czech city Olomouc. This car was build in 1930 but construction is from 1905. (I received this information from the engine driver).

historical gold prices monthly
historical gold prices monthly
Picky Sticky Baby Photo Monthly Onesie Stickers (Boy O Boy)
Babies grow so quicky. Capture each special month by sticking a Picky Sticky decal to a onesie or t-shirt, take a picture and cherish the memories of each miraculous month. Each sticker is 4" in diameter and is made of transparent sticky paper. When it is applied it LOOKS like it is part of the T-shirt. Add photos to your Facebook or blog to creatively update friends and family on your baby's growth and milestones. Use your creative genius with the photos and create portraits, calendars, or collages for family and friends. Makes a perfect baby shower gift! DIRECTIONS: Place the montly onesie sticker on your baby's onesie or T-shirt each month on their birthday, starting with their birth. Then grab your camera and take a picture to start documenting how quickly they grow. This is an easy, fun way to keep an exciting record of your little one.

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