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 her go off with the Crow and was unable to rush after them. And when at
last he was free he felt almost drunk with passion. He had learned of
Josiah's intended departure on the morrow, and that Theodora would join
him again on the Thursday, and his mind was made up. On Wednesday night
he would take her away with him to Italy. She should never belong to
Josiah any more. She was his in soul and mind already, he knew, and she
should be his in body, too, and he would cherish and love and protect
her to the end of his life. Every detail of his plan matured itself in
his brain. It only wanted her consent, and that, when opportunity should
be given him to plead his cause, he did not greatly fear would be
refused. Hitherto he had ever restrained himself when alone with her,
had dominated his desire to make love to her; had never once, since
Paris, given way to passion or tender words during their moments
together. But he remembered that hour of bliss on the way from
Versailles; he remembered how she had thrilled, too, how he had made her
feel and respond to his every caress. Yes--she was not cold, his white
angel! He was playing in the scratch team of the polo match, and the
wild excitement of his thoughts, coursing through his blood, caused him
to ride like a mad thing. Never had he done so brilliantly. And
Theodora, while she was every now and then convulsed with fear for him,
had moments of passionate admiration. The
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