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Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk to me about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!
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baby
buy
child
children
cry
crying
dead
death
eyes
glare
glares
glaring
kid
kids
life
money-monetary
plead
pleading
talk
talking
young
young-adults
youth
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The Marquis believed himself to be hardened against flattery. He thought that he had experienced every variety, but he discovered that he was mistaken: the blatantly worshipful look in the eyes of a twelve-year-old, anxiously raised to his, was new to him, and it pierced his defences. He was capable of giving the coolest of set-downs to any gushing female; and the advances of toadeaters he met with the most blistering of snubs; but even as he realised how intolerably bored he would be in Soho he found himself quite unable to snub his latest and most youthful admirer. It would be like kicking a confiding puppy.
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capitulation
pleading
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Georgette Heyer |
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The splendor of that moment, its transcendent glory and aliveness, haunted him. He could thrust it aside by day, but it poisoned his dreams by night, calling to him and pleading with him to unlock the chains he'd bound about it.
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aliveness
berserker
chain
chains
desire
dreams
glory
haunt
haunted
haunting
moment
nightmare
pleading
rage
splendor
unlock
yearn
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