“There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were strangers, nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become aquatinted.”
“Anne did not wish for more of such looks and speeches. His cold politeness, his ceremonious grace, were worse than anything.”
— Aug 23, 2026 11:55AM
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