From the Bookshelf of Never too Late to Read Classics…

(view spoiler)[”And oh, my God, my God, pity me! He placed his reeking lips upon m

(view spoiler)[”And oh, my God, my God, pity me! He placed his reeking lips upon my throat… How long this horrible thing lasted I know not; but it seemed that a long time must have passed before he took his foul, awful, sneering mouth away. I saw it drip with the fresh blood… He pulled open his shirt, and with his long sharp nails opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he seized my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound, so that I must either suffocate or swallow some of the—Oh my God! My God! What have I done? What have I done to deserve such a fate, I who have tried to walk in meekness and righteousness all my days. God pity me!” Then she began to rub her lips as though to cleanse them from pollution. (hide spoiler)]