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1 " As the last note sobbed to death, we came face to face, closer than was natural, our steps meshed in the confined space. "
― Rosemary Hawley Jarman , The Flowering of the Rose (We Speak No Treason, #1)
2 " he took my hand again, and I burned in the flame of him. "
3 " for men never know a loving woman’s heart. Poor fools we are, ruled by the moon, and variable, prone to her waxing and waning, all our tides sorrow and gladness. Men never know a woman’s love. "
