He put his fingertips lightly to either side of her chin, just on her jawline, and looked into her eyes. Do you really imagine that is my true purpose? Time no longer matters to me all the while I can...
He rode into Haarlem the following afternoon with
In her own mind she was adding that forgiveness did not necessarily mean that forgetting went with it.
The difference is that love and hate are mixed together now, making it impossible for me to decide which is the stronger and at times they even seem the same.
Women were not and never had been the weaker sex, she reflected. They could make sacrifices from which men would ever shy away.