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‘If I don’t end by wringing your neck, my girl, you will be in no way to blame,’
All she wanted was to be treated to a display of ruthless and possessive manhood.
His lordship swore softly and long, to the admiration of a lackey, who stood reverently listening to his fluency.
‘Because I am obliged to?’ he said. ‘I mean to marry Mary Challoner because I’m devilish sure I can’t live without her.’
‘You may have married her,’ he said fiercely, ‘but she is mine, do you hear me? She was always mine! You – ! do you think I shall let you take her? She may be ten times your wife, but, by God, you shall never have her!’
