We felt like thieves. I can’t explain—” They regarded one another, each blinded to the other. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. I don’t want to Bowdlerize Shakespeare.
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