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by Bram Stoker

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May 12, 2014 08:11AM

“He [Joss] lingered for a moment, looking down at her, and then he bent low and laid his fingers on her mouth. 'I've got a soft spot for you, Mary,' he said 'you've got spirit still, and pluck, for all the knocks I've given you. I've seen it in your eyes tonight. If I'd been a younger man I'd have courted you, Mary - aye, and won you too, and ridden away with you to glory. You know that, don't you?' She said nothing. She stared back at him as he stood beyond the door, and her hand that held the candlestick trembled slightly without her knowledge...

She went then to her bed, and sat down upon it, her hands in her lap; and, for some reason for ever unexplained, thrust away from her later and forgotten, side by side with the little old sins of childhood and those dreams never acknowledged to the sturdy day, she put her finger to her lips as he had done, and let them stray thence to her cheek and back again. And she began to cry, softly and secretly, the tears tasting bitter as they fell upon her hand.”
― Daphne du Maurier

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“And, though there should be a world of difference between the smile of a man and the bared fangs of a wolf, with Joss Merlyn they were one and the same.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Jamaica Inn

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“....he proceeded to cut carefully a thin slice from the loaf, which he quartered in pieces and buttered for her, the whole business very delicately done and in striking contrast to his manner in serving himself - so much so that to Mary there was something almost horrifying in the change from rough brutality to fastidious care. It was as though there was some latent power in his fingers which turned them from bludgeons into deft and cunning servants. Had he cut her a chunk of bread and hurled it at her she would not have minded so much; it would have been in keeping with what she had seen of him. But this sudden coming to grace, this quick and exquisite moving of his hands, was a swift and rather sinister revelation, sinister because it was unexpected and not true to type.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Jamaica Inn

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