But Gabby did not want her pity, he wanted her love.
Elizabeth Shelby didn't want anyone's pity or sympathy, of that he was sure.
She rose swiftly, not wanting his pity and certainly not needing it.
What made you think anyone wanted your pity?
She didn't want his pity any more than she'd wanted his anger.
She didn't want his pity and told him so.
She wants no one's pity but deep down she is scared.
"I don't want your pity," she said, her face hard now.
"I don't want or need your pity," he told her, as though that was what compelled her.
She did not want his pity, would, in fact, see it only as an enemy that required extinction.
