L. T. Meade,
The Love Adventures of Primrose Ward
“ As Sir Henry spoke his hands clasped mine with a grip of iron. We flew over the frozen water. I gasped for breath. "Let me go, you frighten me!" I cried. "Frighten you? I? Impossible! You do not realise what you are saying, Primrose. In a week's time you and I will be husband and wife. In the presence of God you will have vowed to love, honour, and obey me. It will be pretty to hear the words as they drop from my darling's lips. My old ears will be attentive for them. As the elixir of youth, they will come to gladden me; the love of my angel girl will make the balance between us even. ”
