mouse-in-the-trap

Updated: May 15, 2025

She would see him that evening, they would talk together, dance together, their hands would burn as they touched; they would say very little to one another; they would long, agonize for one another, to be alone together, to be far, far away from everybody, and they would be desperately unhappy. She wondered, in her strange kind of mouse-in-the-trap trance, about that unhappiness.

Sir Hugh Walpole - The Cathedral