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Jessamine Recoiled From The Paper As If It Were A Snake. "a Lady Does Not Read The Newspaper. The Society Pages, Perhaps, Or The Theater News. Not This Filth." "but You Are Not A Lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte Began. "dear Me," Said Will. "such Harsh Truths So Early In The Morning Cannot Be Good For The Digestion.

It Was Books That Made Me Feel That Perhaps I Was Not Completely Alone. They Could Be Honest With Me, And I With Them.

The Moment The Door Closed Behind Him, Tessa Was In Will's Arms, Her Hands Locked About His Neck. "oh, By The Angel," She Said. "that Was Mortifying." Will Slid His Hands Into Her Hair And Was Kissing Her, Kissing Her Eyelids And Her Cheeks And Then Her Mouth, Quickly But With Fervor And Concentration, As If Nothing Could Be More Important. "listen To You," He Said. "you Said 'by The Angel.' Like A Shadowhunter." He Kissed The Side Of Her Mouth. "i Love You. God, I Love You. I Waited So Long To Say It.

Tessa Was Laying On Her Side, Her Brown Hair Spread Over The Pillow, Watching Will, Whose Face Was Bent Over The Pages, With A Look Of Tenderness In Her Eyes, A Tenderness Mirrored In The Softness Of Will's Voice As He Read.

Tess, Tess, Tessa. Was There Ever A More Beautiful Sound Than Your Name? To Speak It Aloud Makes My Heart Ring Like A Bell. Strange To Imagine That, Isn’t It—a Heart Ringing? But When You Touch Me, That Is What It Is Like, As If My Heart Is Ringing In My Chest And The Sound Shivers Down My Veins And Splinters My Bones With Joy.