Chapter 13: July

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​​‌​​​​⁠How my heart beats when by accident I touch her finger, or my feet meet hers under the table! I draw back as if from a furnace; but a secret force impels me forward again, and my senses become disordered. Her innocent, unconscious heart never knows what agony these little familiarities inflict upon me. Sometimes when we are talking she lays her hand upon mine, and in the eagerness of conversation