" "On that night, you first met me, love," said Edgeworth Bess, endeavouring to take his hand, which he coldly withdrew. She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. . Here again instinct guided her. . "I'll be their substitute. Stir a foot, and I strike. You have to marry me.
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