At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. Consent to become my wife, and do not compel me to have recourse to violence to effect my purpose, and I will spare your son. I wanted the magic of love. “No, it was simple.
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