I felt myself to be desperate,—mad, like a wild woman. There I was, going round and round and round with the only man for whom I ever cared two straws. It seemed as though everything had been a dream since the old days. Ah! how well I remember the first time I danced with him . . . I thought that he was a god.
Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?
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women's thighs. you agree. reblog.
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Not surprised but also
TWENTY THOUSAND PEOPLE WERE MURDERED FOR THIS.
"We made an oopsie while shooting at all the other unarmed people trying to run away."
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She sat smiling . . . as she thought of the beauty of Burgo's eyes, the softness of his touch, of the loving, almost worshipping, tones of his voice.
Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?
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