Only you made a fool of me from the beginning, didn't you? His voice rose. This was her fault. Now she knew why he had always seemed to struggle against a deeper need than passion. But I am quite merciless, when I have to be.
She had nothing to say to her sisters. But she sat in the square for an hour before the cruel truth sank its barbed hooks into her. It seems to me, dear child, that I snatched you away from that heretic not one moment too soon. All this is my own fault… There must be something wrong with me.
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