"The air was thick as treacle."

I was tagged a few days ago by Dykes in the City with a meme that I've seen making its way around the internets. The rules are:

1. Pick up the nearest book of 123 (or more) pages.
2. Open the book to page 123 and find the 5th sentence.
3. Post the next 3 sentences.

It took me a couple days to comply as when I'm at work, which admittedly is when I tend to write blog entries, the nearest book is the Chicago Manual of Style. And, seriously, no one wants to read that. So I waited till I got home, since I have a library in my office, and chose Sarah Waters's Fingersmith, US paperback edition.

P.123, fifth sentence and the three following:

"The air was thick as treacle. My gown was damp where it gripped. A limb of iron would have sweated, in a dress on such a day. And eye of marble would have swiveled in its socket to gaze as I did."

I tag:

Mouthy Femme
My Secret Ennui
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