You know as well as I do that it was accident. . . Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. ‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. And Leonardo told me never to trust any man. “You’ll do no such thing, Sheila.
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