The world can hold nothing more alluring to the senses of man.

My fingers that held the turquoise trembled as they chanced to touch her--but she was all unconcerned.

Nay, further--she gazed into the mirror-- "It makes me look so white--oh, there was a girl at Bude who had a gold locket--and it lay upon her bones--you could count them.

I am glad I have no bones.

I am quite soft--feel." She clasped my fingers and pressed their tips into the firm young flesh below her throat.
"Yes," said I, with some huskiness in my voice, "your turquoise can sleep there very pleasantly.