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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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kids
youth
death
life
glare
glares
glaring
money-monetary
plead
buy
pleading
baby
kid
cry
talk
crying
talking
child
children
young
dead
eyes
young-adults
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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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rage
dreams
chain
aliveness
berserker
haunt
pleading
splendor
unlock
haunting
yearn
haunted
chains
glory
moment
desire
nightmare
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