His shirt was of the very finest linen, so transparent that she could see the thick dark mat of hairs on his chest. They revolted her just as everything else about him was repulsive.
“I shall catch you in the end, Selina,” he said, “and let me tell you, I enjoy a chase. A woman who is complacent can be a bore, but someone as young and desirable as you can be even more alluring when she is hard to get!”
He took a step towards her as he spoke and now at last Selina understood what he intended to do.
It was not marriage the Marquis was offering her, but something so humiliating and degrading that she knew she would rather die than endure it.
He was coming nearer and, while once again she wanted to run away from him, she felt as if her legs had suddenly become too weak to carry her.
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