![Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.](https://quotes.happiom.com/wp-content/uploads/6/janet-fitch-quotes-182486-her-hatred-glittered-irresistibly-i-could.png)
Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.
– Janet Fitch
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