‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle. " "As many as you please," replied Wood, walking towards the chimney-piece, and taking down a constable's, staff, which hung upon a nail. “I will MAKE you love me! Until he has faded—faded into a memory. Brown. “I do love you. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul.
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