Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
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