You know how easily and suddenly these things happen, beginning in playful teasing and ending in something a little warmer than friendship. You squeeze the slender arm which is passed through yours, you venture to take the little gloved hand, you say good night at absurd length in the shadow of the door. It is innocent and very interesting, love trying his wings in a first little flutter.
Arthur Conan DoyleThe great bell of Beaulieu was ringing. Far away through the forest might be heard its musical clangor and swell.
Arthur Conan DoyleThere is danger for him who taketh the tiger cub, and danger also for whoso snatches a delusion from a woman.
Arthur Conan Doyle