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"At last, she looked up at him. Her eyes were full of tears, and her look unbearably naked. Such looks we have all once or twice in our lives received and shared; they are those in which worlds melt, pasts disolve, moments when we know, in the resolution of profoundest need, that the rock of ages can never be anything else but love, here, now, in these two hands' joining, in this blind silencein which one head comes to rest beneath the other."
The french lieutenant's woman- john fowles.
the redeeming paragraph from this book.
The french lieutenant's woman- john fowles.
the redeeming paragraph from this book.