“You wish me to stay?” he asked, in a low tone. He heard me; but he never came in to ask what was the matter. ‘Scream and you are dead,’ he snapped, and released her mouth so that he might open the door. There was a certain amount of disputation, and meanwhile she went on at school. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. You are my wife now and you belong to me.
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