Her anger died and she eyed him. Miss Ellicot pursed her lips and sat a little more upright. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. This unexpected interpolation might spoil the efficacy of all that had gone before. ‘Poor things. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs. “Who, me? I scare you?” He asked. But you belong to me—and I want you.
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