Words are only painted fire, a look is the fire itself. She gave that look, and carried it away to the treasury of heaven, where all things that are divine belong.
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (ed. Createspace Independent Pub, 1889)
Words are only painted fire, a look is the fire itself. She gave that look, and carried it away to the treasury of heaven, where all things that are divine belong.
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (ed. Createspace Independent Pub, 1889)