...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object. — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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...with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object.

— Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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