It Seemed That The Only Lover She

There Is No Confusion Like The Confusion Of A Simple Mind.

Amory: I Love You. Rosalind: I Love You- Now.

Don't Forget Who You Are And Where You Come From.

She Was A Mischief, And That Was A Satisfaction; No Longer Was She A Huntress Of Corralled Game

If That Was True He Must Have Felt That He Had Lost The Old Warm World, Paid A High Price For Living Too Long With A Single Dream.