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You are my prisoner, murderer. Consent to become my wife, and do not compel me to have recourse to violence to effect my purpose, and I will spare your son. You are the woman I love, Anna. You told him there wasn't anything in the pockets?" "Yes. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. To-night she had a curious feeling that she stood upon the threshold of some change. A pig, yes, a little. “What are you doing here? How dare you come to my rooms!” The man stepped into the middle of the room.
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