Intimates

Portrait of D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence 1885–1930

Don't you care for my love? she said bitterly.

I handed her the mirror, and said: Please address these questions to the proper person! Please make all requests to head-quarters! In all matters of emotional importance please approach the supreme authority direct! -

So I handed her the mirror. And she would have broken it over my head, but she caught sight of her own reflection and that held her spellbound for two seconds while I fled.

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