He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. He was in a curious state of desperation. He shook his head all the time. “We do not want the men,” said Miss Miniver; “we do not want them, with their sneers and loud laughter. 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. “My dear child,” he said, “with me you need have no apprehension.
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