He watched her constantly, trapped her in corners and slept with his arms locking her like a human cage. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. CHAPTER X. " "Loved me! You!" "I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen by a gipsy in Lancashire. The effort to maintain her self-control was almost superhuman.
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