ToC Just as St. John was acutely focused upon her now, just as she had wanted him to be. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. “You have the temperament,” he said. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. “Mine is a primitive and unstudied manner. And what did she do? Not only did she cut his hand in her rage, but she refused to let him help her, and then she ran away from him. I could not keep away any longer.
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