She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.
George R.R. Martin
She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.
George R.R. Martin