"And you," he said, walking off with his heavy steps, "have very kindly acted as I would expect a woman to act."
Thus it was that she opened her veins on the sharp rock. Not out of love. Not out of sorrow. Not even out of fear. Out of pride.
"And you," he said, walking off with his heavy steps, "have very kindly acted as I would expect a woman to act."
Thus it was that she opened her veins on the sharp rock. Not out of love. Not out of sorrow. Not even out of fear. Out of pride.