"The tragedy of her death was not that it made one, now and then and very intensely, unhappy. It was that it made her unreal; and us solemn, and self-c...
Her eyes were full of a hot liquid (she did not think of tears at first) which, without disturbing the firmness of her lips, made the air thick, rolled down her cheeks. She had perfect control of herself-Oh, yes!-in every other way.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Her eyes were full of a hot liquid (she did not think of tears at first) which, without disturbing t...
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