“I passed by the brothel as though past the house of a beloved.”
“Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house — do not pass by like a dream.”
“There was a house we all had in common and it was called the past, even though we'd lived in different rooms.”
“Tell me your past, my beloved, for a man is his past, and is to be known by it.”
“I bet this is a brothel," she whispered to Gendry."You don't even know what a brothel is.""I do so," she insisted. "It's like an inn, with girls.”
“She had been nothing but a beloved bauble passed from a mother to a son, a decoration of vanity, devoid of identity.”