“Am I to die?” I asked, and he stopped, raised our joined hands to his mouth and gently kissed my knuckles. “You… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Tis not your time, my love,” he whispered. “You will not die tonight.” “Never,” I said to him, “for I have been… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“The first time I met death, it was at a ball and we danced a waltz.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
