There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love whic — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.

— Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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