fingersmith

But the more I think it, the more I want her, the more my desire rises and swells.

I give myself up to darkness

She said, 'It is filled with all the words for how I want you.

Don't you be thinking,' she says, 'on things that are done and can't be changed. All right, dear girl? You think of the time to come.

I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart__o hard, it hurt me.

But it's the simple and the good that are meant to suffer in this world__in't it, though!

It made me giddy. It made me blush, worse than before. It was like liquor. It made me drunk. I drew away. When her breath came now upon my mouth, it came very cold. My mouth was wet, from hers. I said, in a whisper,'Do you feel it?