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320 pages, Paperback
First published August 1, 1979

"Wait a minute, boy," McGowan said. "If you want to work for me, you can't be so all-fired jumpy."



"If you want my opinion," Sarah stuck in, "I don't think he accosted her, either. I never heard of anyone having to force Tessa. Why would he rape her when everyone knows he could have had her voluntarily, any time, like everybody else?"
Tessa Jackson. What a laugh. As if anyone would have to rape Tessa; she would spread her legs for anybody.
"I am perfectly well aware of what he was convicted for," Sarah cut in on him, furious at his indulgent, superior air and the slight directed at her father. "Rape, which is taking by force what everyone knows Tess Jackson gave away to anyone who asked."
She wondered if he had had this effect on Tess Jackson, and if so, she wondered how the girl could ever have brought herself to lie and send him to jail. Sarah rather felt that she would lie to keep him out of jail.
He flung the sheet aside and rose from his bed, impelled by some furious desire to prove himself. He would show her; she was his wife, and he would take her. Again and again he would force her to accept him, until, somehow, his body would fill her mind and heart, too. He would rape her, take her, force her until finally he drove Harper out of her thoughts, until at last she knew his touch and could not live without it.



