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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: up, aroused by pity for her plight, and awakened in him a sense of his
brutality. A faint flush stirred in his cheeks. He stepped quickly to
her, and caught her hand. She let it lie, cold and inert, within his
nervous grasp.
"Ruth, Ruth!" he cried, and his voice was for once unsteady. "Give it
no thought! I love you, Ruth. If you'll but heed that, no breath of
scandal can hurt you.
She swallowed hard. "As how?" she asked mechanically.
He bowed low over her hand - so low that his face was hidden from her.
"If you will do me the honour to become my wife ..." he began, but got
no further, for she snatched away her hand, her cheeks crimsoning, her
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