Day #1 of posting random book quotes.
"Then he looked at this minute lock again, and touched it with his forefinger. The strangest emotion he had ever known quivering through his being-the concentrated sensation of what he used to feel his lady had spoken of their hope-a weird, tremulous, physical thrill. The dear small curl of hair!" Three Weeks by Elinor Glyn, Page 240.
"Then he looked at this minute lock again, and touched it with his forefinger. The strangest emotion he had ever known quivering through his being-the concentrated sensation of what he used to feel his lady had spoken of their hope-a weird, tremulous, physical thrill. The dear small curl of hair!" Three Weeks by Elinor Glyn, Page 240.
