“You might die, Emily,” he... «Miss Emily: A Novel»
robot24 июня 2016“You might die, Emily,” he says. “How would I remember you?” “With ease, Father,” I say. “Remember that I was small like a pipit and my hair was chestnut bright and my eyes were like the brandy left in the glass when the party ends. Remember that I was a kangaroo beside the beauty of my sister and the handsomeness of my brother. Won't that do?”
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