Unrequitted Love Amuses Me

Will Interrupted. "henry," He Said, "you're On Fire. You Do Know That, Don't You?

I Adore Wilkie Collins,” Tessa Cried. “oh—armadale! And The Woman In White … Are You Laughing At Me?” “not At You,” Said Will, Grinning, “more Because Of You. I’ve Never Seen Anyone Get So Excited Over Books Before. You’d Think They Were Diamonds.” “well, They Are, Aren’t They? Isn’t There Anything You Love Like That? And Don’t Say ‘spats’ Or ‘lawn Tennis’ Or Something Silly.” “good Lord,” He Said With Mock Horror, “it’s Like She Knows Me Already.

You Had Every Right To Be. He Raised His Eyes To Look At Her And She Was Suddenly And Strangely Reminded Of Being Four Years Old At The Beach, Crying When The Wind Came Up And Blew Away The Castle She Had Made. Her Mother Had Told Her She Could Make Another One If She Liked, But It Hadn't Stopped Her Crying Because What She Had Thought Was Permanent Was Not Permanent After All, But Only Made Out Of Sand That Vanished At The Touch Of Wind And Water.

She Was Glad She Had Been Scarred. She Said That Whoever Loved Her Now Would Love Her True Self, And Not Her Pretty Face.

Hail And Farewell, My Brother.