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“You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love. It’s a sort of guarantee of confidence. She seemed smitten with a paroxysm of fear. " "May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly. And probably the girl would wear herself out, too.
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