The touch of her hands was pleasurable. “You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. Until the last moment she was afraid. “Well anyhow—I don’t see the force of your objection, you know.
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