The things we do!

Wild animals in them,
little food in them for man or woman not used to living wild. You
would be helpless in one day, if you tried to get put. We'd find
you before you'd gone five miles. Don't attempt any foolishness
about trying to escape from here. You're mine, I say. I shall not
let you go."
Yet in spite of his savagery, his face softened in the next moment.
"If it could only be in the right way! Look at me, look at you.
You're so very beautiful, I'm so strong. There is only one right
way about it. Oh, woman!
"But come," he resumed with a half sigh, seeking in a rough way to
brush back a wisp of hair from his forehead, to join the tangled
mane upon his crest; "I hate myself as much as you hate me, but
it's your fault--your fault that you are as you are--that you set
me mad. Let's try to forget it for to-night, at least. You're
tired, worn out. I'm almost tired myself, with all this war
between us."
She was silent as they slowly advanced, silent as a prisoner facing
prison doors; but he still went on, arguing.


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