I had that sensation again, that there had grown a lantern or a beacon inside me. I was sure that when she stepped upon the stage it would be like putting a match to the wick, and I would flare up, golden and incandescent but somehow painfully and shamefully bright; and my family and my beau would shrink away from me, appalled. Of course, when she strode before the footlights at last, no such thing occurred […] when I glowed and sparkled it was evidently with a dark and secret flame which no one […] looked for or saw. (23)
Tipping the Velvet - Sarah Waters










