" "Wrong? What the devil could be wrong?" McClintock had demanded, irascibly. She pointed across the road. She did not think for one moment what interpretation he might put upon the word “lover. The bump was coarse and didn’t feel right. It’s—it’s a social difference. You are my wife, and I am determined to claim you. He pressed his lips to her with a much greater force than she had anticipated.
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