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Upon entering the library, the Count did not hesitate or wander for even a moment. Rather, he strode past the shelves of his lofty enclave with absolute purpose, as if his strides were directed for one thing, and one thing only. 

Reaching out, he procured a large volume of text, tossing it on the table beside him, laying it wide open. The cover hit its surface with a loud thud and a great plume of dust, but the Count did not seem to take notice. He did not pull up a chair, or adjust his position and instead started to flip through the text’s pages with the utmost urgency, as if his life depended on finding this single paper for which he so earnestly searched. 

Hearing a knock on his library door, the Count flexed his fingers in frustration. 

“Who interrupts me at this hour?” he called out, catching the bile in his throat.

Fingersmith by Sarah Waters.

This book is an interesting lesbian historical fiction novel with a twist you may or may not see coming.  I know I didn’t see it when I first read it.  There’s also a BBC miniseries that’s been done based on the books as well.

A thief posing as a maid and a lady one would presume to be an innocent…

I definitely recommend this one if you’re into Victorian Era romances.  5 stars.

My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perish’d thing;
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.
- Extract from A Better Resurrection, Christina Rossetti

Illustration on the theme of ‘The Cup of the Holy Grail’, c.1917, Arthur Rackham