Somebody," said Jacques, "your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour - and in the oddest places! - for the lack of it.


Early Novels and Stories (ed. 1998)


Somebody, said Jacques, your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are...

Somebody, said Jacques, your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are...

Somebody, said Jacques, your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are...

Somebody, said Jacques, your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are...