She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. His stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed they were not entirely true. A cold shiver ran through her frame, and her gentle spirit passed away for ever. You are in the hands of a wicked, a terrible man, who will not stop till he has completed your destruction. "You must not remain here," he said. One always dreamed of this and never believed it. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him, and think about him, and fail to get away from him? “It isn’t all of me. "Well, my pretty dears," he added, "—to see your husband, eh? You must make the most of your time.
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