“No man can know his deliverer, nor yet the thief of his soul. Their faces are covered; they swirl in the mob at the masquerade ball. Wine flows, and dance follows dance, and we are never certain of their names… — Robert Redick Copy Share Image
“No man can know his deliverer, nor yet the thief of his soul. Their faces are covered; they swirl in the mob at the… — Robert Redick Copy Share Image
