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Lady Gwendolyn was too much overcome at this sudden apparition. She could not speak for a moment; and, taking her silence for encouragement, Lawrence Dacre knelt down beside her, and lifted the hand he still held to his lips.
"I have done with resistance," he said; his eyes full of gloomy passion. "Whether you take me, or leave me, Gwendolyn, I belong to you -- and you only now. These last few days I have done nothing but fight and struggle, until all the flesh has worn off my bones," he added, with a grim laugh; "and I'll make an end of it somehow. Do you hear me, child?"