Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. Were I to let you go, you'd say I feared you. ‘But for my dowry, what else? One cannot expect that an Englishman will marry any jeune demoiselle without a dowry. ’ ‘That was not what I had in mind. In vain Wood protested his innocence.
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