I, Mary MacLane/Chapter 16
It's not death
To-morrow
IT'S not Death I fear, nor Life.
I horridly fear something this side of Death but out-pacing Life a little: a nervousness in my Stomach—a very Muddy Street—a Lonely Hotel Room.
To-morrow
IT'S not Death I fear, nor Life.
I horridly fear something this side of Death but out-pacing Life a little: a nervousness in my Stomach—a very Muddy Street—a Lonely Hotel Room.