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I depicted to her the pleasure she would experience when, after arriving at the chateau, I should deflower her of her virginity, and triumphantly carry off her maidenhead on the head of this, 'dear Laura,' I said, as I took one of her hands and "Ī raging black wall of wind and rain turned candlelight into night, swallowing whole the illicit, newspaper-type print that was in that second the sum total of Abigail's existence.īlindly, instinctively, she scooped up the forbidden journal she had been reading. "My desires were excited to the highest pitch. The storm promised life, the dawning of a new day in the aftermath of pain and desire. The storm promised death, lost as he was with neither horse nor shelter. Need that, in a man like him, haunted by the nameless dead, could never be appeased.Ī fork of jagged lightning split the sky a warning shot of thunder echoed through the night. Need that a man like him, born on the streets of London, could not afford. But most of all he cursed the need that had driven him from the warmth and comfort of his seaside cottage. He cursed the horse that had thrown him in such a godforsaken, isolated area. He cursed the African Boer who had used his left leg for target practice, thus necessitating convalescence in the cold, drafty country that was England. He cursed the wind that drove it into every pore of his body. The man raised his face to the sky and cursed the icy rain. It filled the stranger, fueling and stoking a burning lust.Ī woman who knew more of life than surviving one day at a time.Ī woman who would share with him her soul as well as her body.Ī woman who, perhaps, could give him back his own soul. It filled the storm, pounding and striking the night sky.