It was not lust itself he felt, but the premonition of desire, as if the wind that whipped around his cravat were whispering in his ears. /Her. Choose her./

“Will I see you at all?”He shook his head. But he couldn’t yet make himself move…”

“You see, I'm not some shiny bauble to be strung onto a necklace and displayed f…”

“The vicar gave him permission and he kissed her - not hard, for lust, nor long,…”

“There is no such thing as a fallen woman--you just need to look for the man who…”