“Thou dost tremble: methinks, fear should dissolve thee into air.”
“You would prate, sir? This is a true-love knot / Sent from the Duke of Florence.”
I know he scorns me–and I feel, I hate him–
Yet there is in him that which makes me tremble!
Dedicated to William Godwin; this dramatic fragment is an homage to his Gothic novel Caleb Williams (1794).
"I kissed the riding crop as though it were her own imperious hand..."
“And how did the tigress conduct herself in the sheepfold where she was penned?”
"I rarely kill the body, which preserves, / Like a strong prison, the soul within my power, / Wherein I feed it with the breath of fear / For hourly pain."
"Fear has appalled -- remorse has tortured -- beauty has maddened me."
"I took hold of his hand; my fingers trembled; I grasped and pressed the fingers of my tyrant."
And this, Dear Reader, is why I always read the footnotes. From Maria Edgeworth's Practical Education, Vol. II (1801)