Martin Davies
Her writing was good, she knew, but in the writing of this letter she must excel, for in the few minutes it remained on the wall the world of it would be memorised, to be passed in whispers from one woman to another.
Martin Davies
Her writing was good, she knew, but in the writing of this letter she must excel, for in the few minutes it remained on the wall the world of it would be memorised, to be passed in whispers from one woman to another.