“Dear Jim." The writing grew suddenly blurred and misty. And she had lost him again--had lost him again! At the sight of the familiar childish nickname all the hopelessness of her bereavement came over her afresh, and she put out… — Ethel Lillian Voynich Copy Share Image
“They kill me because they are afraid of me; and what more can any man's heart desire? ” — Ethel Lillian Voynich Copy Share Image
“Dear Jim." The writing grew suddenly blurred and misty. And she had lost him again--had lost him again! At the sight of the familiar… — Ethel Lillian Voynich Copy Share Image
