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8bc795a
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I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands.
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nine-coaches-waiting
self-destruction
ruin
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Mary Stewart |
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77f40fd
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...kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams.
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love
mary-stewart
nine-coaches-waiting
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Mary Stewart |
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7d3a743
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The car whispered up the slope and nosed quietly out above the trees. He was driving like a careful insult.
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insult
mary-stewart
nine-coaches-waiting
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Mary Stewart |
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06f91e7
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I remember thinking with a queer detached portion of my mind that here was someone wringing her hands. One reads about it and one never sees it, and now here it was.
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wringing-hands
nine-coaches-waiting
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Mary Stewart |
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dcb3d5e
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The street lamps glowed like ripe oranges among the bare boughs. Below in the wet street their globes glimmered down and down, to drown in their own reflections.
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lyrical
mary-stewart
nine-coaches-waiting
street-lamps
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Mary Stewart |