She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection. His literary instincts began to stir. "I can never get poor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at Newgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify myself somehow. Vorsack sauntered into the room, sporting her usual toothy thin254 lipped grin. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband.
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