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“Love becomes the deposit of the heart, analogous in all degrees to the ‘findings’ in a tomb. As in one will be charted the taken place of the body, the raiment, the utensils necessary to its other life, so in the heart of the lover will be traced, as an indelible shadow, that which he loves. In Nora’s heart lay the fossil of Robin, intaglio of her
... See more“I’m not abandoning her.” My words were sharper than I’d meant for them to be. “I made vows. I’m not doing that.” Your soul is my soul. Your blood is my blood. Your heart is my heart.