And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted w — Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
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And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted with mutual love, there is no difference between sweet submission and exquisite conquest.

— Isolde Martyn, Mistress to the Crown
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