Speranza
That book, Francesca, Thou gav'st to me ; we read — we read together " Of Lancillotto,* how by love compelled ;" Alone we were, and free from all suspicion. Our eyes then met ; my face was crimsoned — thou Didst tremble — and in haste ...
Thursday, March 14, 2013
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