Anthony Trollope,
Orley Farm (Serial) — Chapter XXXIII
(1861)
“ Laws love you, miss. I wouldn't;—not for worlds of gold.' And then Mary was left alone to read a second letter from a second suitor. 'Angel of light!' it began, 'but cold as your own fair name.' Poor Mary thought it was very nice and very sweet, and though she was so much afraid of it that she almost wished it away, yet she read it a score of times. Stolen pleasures always are sweet. ”
