The Culprit

She didn't call, I waited. It was the fourth day. I. Why do you talk to him? I don't like him. She said nothing. She listened to me, looking at me with impassionate eyes. Those eyes which once spake love. Unable to hide my anger, I left. II. Why do you talk to him? I don't like him either. She said nothing. She listened to me, looking at me with impassionate eyes. Those eyes which now demanded, from me, a little sensibility. Unable to hide my dis … Read More

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