c-r-r-r

Updated: May 31, 2025

And at that thought she grew white, and she grew hot, and she wondered why she had been born to be the lady of the feathers, and the wrecker, not of men's lives she never thought of men tenderly in the mass but of this one life, of this one man, whom she loved in a strange, wild, good-woman way. "C-r-r-r!" she said, her tongue flickering against her teeth.

Robert Smythe Hichens - Flames