Subota, Januar 15, 2011

know

know me. Oh, i know you well, interrupts the old man, your beauty has made you known. What more would you have. Something that will make me happy. Old man, i am unhappy. Tell me, if you have the power, who i am. Am i an orphan, as has been told me or have i parents yet living, affluent, and high in society. Do they seek me and cannot find me. Oh. Let the fates speak, old man, for this world has given me nothing but pain and shame. Am i she pauses, her eyes wander to the floor, her cheeks crimson, she seizes the old man by the hand, and her bosom heaves as if a fierce passion had just been kindled

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