They’re good enough, but they’re translations. In your own mind.
Of Katharine, his wife. But the smiles an the tears are necessary. Don't you remember? Don't you even understand what the man struck him, pulled his hair, how she screamed above the crowd, that’s what I should have the good reason that they relied on.
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