[ She was prepared to say something. Something like even though I weep, and rage, and am jealous, and selfish, and bound myself to a man I love and you hate?
But then she doesn’t want to any more, because she feels she has been given something small and bright and lovely, and she wants to hold it instead of trying to give it back. Instead she leans so she can lift his chin with careful fingers and kiss him with a quiet reverence. ]
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But then she doesn’t want to any more, because she feels she has been given something small and bright and lovely, and she wants to hold it instead of trying to give it back. Instead she leans so she can lift his chin with careful fingers and kiss him with a quiet reverence. ]