. "Hell's curses!" roared Jonathan. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. His figure was tall and commanding, and the expression of his countenance (though somewhat disturbed by his recent exertion) was resolute and stern. Then Courtlaw looked across at her with a white puzzled face. He told some of the particulars. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally.
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