“You bought it though. You must think the worst of me.” He sighed softly and looked sad for half a second. “I’m not a monster, Kiera.” — S.C. Stephens Copy Share Image
“He positively forgot where he was, and not even hearing what was said, he could not take his eyes off the marvelous portrait. It was not a picture, but a living, charming woman, with black curling hair, with bare arms… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
