They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. We stepped from the Embassy into the motor—and oh! I thought that he was dead. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. Marvel, who was now quite dissolved in tears, "I shall never survive this scene.
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