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…I reached up and scratched his face.I drew a little of his blood, which caused Dimitri to turn pale and push me away. Then -oh, I cannot bear to recall Dimitri's terrible words!— he called me a common whore, and…left the room. I ran after him, I said how I was sorry…but it was too late. I heard the front door close. Oh, what have I done? Damn Dimitri's cold heart and his hot blood. I love him.

I love this so far! Found in a free little library✨