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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Lysbeth: A Tale of the Dutch — Chapter XXVI: THE BRIDEGROOM AND THE BRIDE (1901)

It was a strange and brutal scene, and every detail of it burned itself into Adrian's mind. The round, rude room, with its glowing fire of turfs and its rough, oaken furniture, half in light and half in dense shadow, as the lamp-rays chanced to fall; the death-like, kneeling bride, with a white cloth across her tortured face; the red-chopped, hanging-lipped hedge priest gabbling from a book, his back almost turned that he might not see her attitude and struggles; the horrible, unsexed women; the flat-faced villain, Simon, grinning by the hearth
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Lysbeth: A Tale of the Dutch — Chapter XXVI: THE BRIDEGROOM AND THE BRIDE (1901)

Elsa, Elsa," moaned Adrian.
"Comfort yourself, my son," said Ramiro as the boat put about, leaving the dead Father Thomas bobbing up and down in the ripple; "you have indeed lost a wife whose temper gave you little prospect of happiness, but at least I have your marriage papers duly signed and witnessed, and--you are her heir."
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Lysbeth: A Tale of the Dutch — Chapter XXVI: THE BRIDEGROOM AND THE BRIDE (1901)

When they reached the room below the bride was already there. Gripped on either side by Black Meg and the other woman, white as death and trembling, but still defiant, stood Elsa.
"Let's get through with this," growled the half-drunken, ruffian priest. "I take the willingness of the parties for granted."
"I am not willing," cried Elsa. "I have been brought here by force. I call everyone present to witness that whatever is done is against my will. I appeal to God to help me."
The priest turned upon Ramiro.
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