"you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.
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There is no Mystery so great as Misery.
Elsa Northцитирапреди 5 години
His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."
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she could not get a wink of sleep
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"You will never be in the best society unless you can stand on your heads,"