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What was it Jem had said, though, about beauty? Beauty is harsh. Would people forgive Will the things he did if he were ugly? And did it help him, in the end, to be forgiven?
But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.
I would die for you. You know that. I would die without you.
“You swore to stay with me,” he said. “When we made our oath, as parabatai. Our souls are knit. We are one person, James.” “We are two people,” said Jem. “Two people with a covenant between us.” Will knew he sounded like a child, but he could not help it. “A covenant that says you must not go where I cannot come with you.”
As a girl, walking alone through these streets at night in her fine clothes, she would have been the object of stares and jeers. As a boy she was—invisible. She had never realized what it was like to be invisible before.
I may murder her, Tessa thought. Let her make a song about that.
Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.”