Opis
"Keep your love. Did I ever ask for it?"
Paul's voice rang out. His face was a taut sculpture, chiseled out of stone-as she felt certain his heart was.
"No," Domini threw at him, "but you're not quite so inhuman as to enjoy for very long the companionship of a wife who hates you!"
She couldn't weep. Tears had set like ice in her and the sweetness of today had turned to bitterness. The rings on her hands felt heavy-like manacles, she told herself. Shackles that bound her to a man who had forced her into a loveless disaster of a marriage.
Paul's voice rang out. His face was a taut sculpture, chiseled out of stone-as she felt certain his heart was.
"No," Domini threw at him, "but you're not quite so inhuman as to enjoy for very long the companionship of a wife who hates you!"
She couldn't weep. Tears had set like ice in her and the sweetness of today had turned to bitterness. The rings on her hands felt heavy-like manacles, she told herself. Shackles that bound her to a man who had forced her into a loveless disaster of a marriage.
Szczegóły książki
Format
Miękka okładka
Strony
160 stron
Język
Arabski
Opublikowany
sty 1, 1982
Wydawca
مكتبة زهران
Wydania
Wydania: 6