But in the middle of the night he awoke and held her close, as if his life were being taken from him. He held her, feeling that all life was in her, and it really was. E. Hemingway " For whom the bell tolls"
But in the middle of the night he awoke and held her close, as if his life were being taken from him. He held her, feeling that all life was in her, and it really was.
E. Hemingway " For whom the bell tolls"