The Earl looked at her searchingly and then said: 'I want my wife to belong to me completely. To be mine exclusively for all time!' He paused before he said very quietly: 'And I think Sorilda, I have found her.' Then, as in some miraculous dream, he bent forward and gently sought her lips. It was a tender kiss, almost as a man might touch a flower. 'I ... love you!' she wanted to cry.
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