Frances Hardinge Quotes

That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a

That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it. (Frances Hardinge)

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Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
Frances Hardinge Quotes: That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.