May I be so bold as to admit I only half live on the nights I do not see you? And in the days, when we are always apart, I wonder where you might be and with whom. Who is so lucky to see your face in the sunlight?
May I be so bold as to admit I only half live on the nights I do not see you? And in the days, when we are always apart, I wonder where you might be and with whom. Who is so lucky to see your face in the sunlight?FROM A LETTER ADDRESSED TO LORD SILVER
Jack tore through his room, tossing boots and breeches. His pillows and clothes. But no matter where he looked, be it under the bed or in his wardrobe, he couldn’t find the silver piece.
He checked the time. If he did not hurry, he was going to be late.
He lifted his frock coat from the floor and checked the pockets.
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