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I Have Only Myself to Blame
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I have only to blame." She had said it to herself so often that, on she set the words going they went on repeating themselves automatically till she forced herself to turn them off as if they were a gramophone record. In a way they had ceased to mean anything, but she tried to give their sense back to them by repeating each word slowly, and forcibly concentrating her mind.
"Myself, myself, myself," she said. Self-accusation had become her me form of relaxation.
There had been so many reasons why she shouldn't marry him, and only one reason why she should - if it could be called a reason.
She was the first person he had ever loved. He had trembled when he touched her. His spasms of passion had been like spasms of pain, his face contorted and his voice rough and then there had followed intervals of wretched shyness.
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This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
I have only to blame." She had said it to herself so often that, on she set the words going they went on repeating themselves automatically till she forced herself to turn them off as if they were a gramophone record. In a way they had ceased to mean anything, but she tried to give their sense back to them by repeating each word slowly, and forcibly concentrating her mind.
"Myself, myself, myself," she said. Self-accusation had become her me form of relaxation.
There had been so many reasons why she shouldn't marry him, and only one reason why she should - if it could be called a reason.
She was the first person he had ever loved. He had trembled when he touched her. His spasms of passion had been like spasms of pain, his face contorted and his voice rough and then there had followed intervals of wretched shyness.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
180 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1921
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Elizabeth Bibesco
21 books3 followersElizabeth Charlotte Lucy Asquith Bibesco, daugther of Margot Asquith.
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