I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart—so hard, it hurt me.
—Sarah Waters
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 give myself up to darkness; and wish I may never again be required to lift my head to the light.
But the more I think it, the more I want her, the more my desire rises and swells.
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...
But it’s the simple and the good that are meant to suffer in this world—ain’t it, though!
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