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192 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 2002
What if she demanded to know whether he had loved her then? No woman would want to hear that, no, he was only a young man caught up in a mad infatuation.
She would not be glad to know that he had assuaged that lust with numerous women since that time and now recognized so-called love for what it was. The word was a fabrication invented to prettify what took place between a man and woman.
She threw herself onto the bed and buried her face in a pillow. All these years she had blamed him for abandoning her to the scorn of their small village when in truth, it was she who had caused him to leave his home. Going away then had saved him from having to marry her, a woman he could not love, only to find himself trapped by that very fate because of her most recent folly. He must hate her now. Despite that, he still acted nobly toward her.These outbursts of low self-esteem continue throughout the book.
“Because he is noble,” she cried into her pillow, “as I shall never be. It will never work. Never!”