| continuation of the rīsērč - part IV |
[Mar. 9th, 2010|08:39 am] |
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| GONE WITH THE WIND |
TWILIGHT [MOVIE/BOOK] |
| I want you more than I have ever wanted any woman--and I’ve waited longer for you than I’ve ever waited for any woman.” |
1) I wanted to kill you at first. I've never wanted a human's blood so much, before.
2) You don't know how long I've waited for you.
[grāmatā principā ir pateikts tas pats, tikai izmantojot daudz lielāku vārdu skaitu]
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‘So you could not love me? That is as I hoped. For while I like you immensely, I do not love you and it would be tragic indeed for you to suffer twice from unrequited love, wouldn’t it, dear? May I call you ‘dear,’ Mrs. Hamilton? I shall call you ‘dear’ whether you like it or not, so no matter, but the proprieties must be observed.”
“You don’t love me?”
“No, indeed. Did you hope that I did?”
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For I do love you, Scarlett, in spite of what I said that night on the porch last month. |
"Bella, I don't want you to come with me." He spoke the words slowly and precisely, his cold eyes on my face, watching as I absorbed what he was really saying. [...]
"You… don't… want me?" I tried out the words, confused by the way they sounded, placed in that order.
"No."
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"You weren't going to let go," he whispered. "I could see that. I didn't want to do it—it felt like it would kill me to do it—but I knew that if I couldn't convince you that I didn't love you anymore, it would just take you that much longer to get on with your life. I hoped that, if you thought I'd moved on, so would you." |
| She did not even notice that his hands were jammed in his pockets in hard fists as if he were straining at his own impotence. |
His hands were clenched into hard fists again.
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I could see his hand on his left leg was clenched into a fist, tendons standing out under his pale skin. |
| So he was going to be difficult. Well, she’d have to bear it meekly, much as she disliked it, if she expected to snatch victory from this debacle. |
"I can see this is going to be difficult." The voice was amused, still light and friendly. |
“Drink this,” said Rhett, taking the glass and pushing it against her lips. Now she remembered and glared feebly at him but she was too tired for anger.
“Please, for my sake.” |
"Don't do this," he pleaded.
You wanted me to be human, I reminded him. Well, watch me.
"Please. For me." |
| Swift as a panther, Rhett was beside her, his heavy hand across her mouth, his arm tight about her waist. |
"Are you like a bear, too?" I asked in a low voice.
"More like the lion, or so they tell me," he said lightly. |
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