Winston Graham. Warleggan (№ 382838)

The husband took the garter from her hand, and she hesitantly sat down. Tonight she was wearing old stockings, but black color is emphasized glowing skin ivory over them. Ross put on her garter belt with the utmost care. For many months, even years, they have never felt like this unspent mutual desire and affection, which nothing can replace. In the gathering darkness her eyes shone. For a moment both nearly froze, motionless, Ross knelt down, and Demelza leaned back in his chair. Fingers husband was cold against her legs. She thought, "Remember this and remember in moments of jealousy and neglect."
- You're not getting away from me, my love, ' he said.
- I don't want, love.