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his consciousness. Without meaning to do so and without admitting it to himself he thought of her as Lizbeth and a woman, and it was only with the arrival of Don Miguel aboard that his hypocrisy had been shattered. He saw now that the emotion which had been aroused within him at the sight of Lizbeth in Don Miguel's arms had been one of the oldest in the world.
It had been jealousy-sheer, unbridled jealousy and it had driven him into being brutal to Lizbeth and imagining that he hated her as bitterly as he hated Don Miguel. How wrong and blind and idiotic he had been! He saw it all now, as, quite humbly, he acknowledged to himself the truth, that he loved her.
He wanted at that moment to go down on his knees before her and lay his face in her cool hands and ask her forgiveness. He thought of her with a tenderness and a sweetness that had never come before into their relationship with one another.
And then, as he remembered the softness of her lips, the smooth white column of her throat, the soft curves of her body and the seduction of her flaming hair, he felt the blood rise within his veins. He wanted her, he wanted her passionately and possessively as a man wants a woman. He wanted to conquer her as he had conquered so many other things, he wanted to take her into his arms and tell her fiercely that she belonged to him and to no one else.
He wished at that moment that he could cry aloud his love, his joy, his happiness. Lizbeth was his, and he would claim her before the whole world. And then as suddenly as it had arisen his elation passed. He remembered that Lizbeth was not his and never could be, for he was betrothed to Phillida.
With something suspiciously like a groan Rodney flung himself down on the chair, his brows drawn to a frown. He wondered how he could ever have contemplated marriage with a woman whom he did not love and who he was certain did not love him.
It had seemed sensible and expedient when first his godfather suggested it. It had seemed the obvious thing to do when he suggested it to her father and Sir Harry had agreed

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