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It was in another world from that in which men will die for a kiss, and touching hands lights fires that burn up lives—the world of romance, the world of passionately beautiful things. ‘Then mayhap this will persuade you!’ With a scrape of steel, he drew his sword from its scabbard. “If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully. Were the parents agreeable? Were they of age? Had the license been procured? But here, in a far country, only the velvet manacles of wedlock were necessary. It was horrible, but she must do it. Men usually do. “Touch a hair on his head and you will insure that I will never make love to you again. “But I wish,” she said, “I had some idea what I was really up to.
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