Demelza laughed.
“You are very – possessive.”
“Not only possessive,” the Earl replied, “but fanatically jealous. I cannot bear, and this is the truth, Demelza, that you should think of anyone or anything except myself. I want to possess every particle of you.”
His voice deepened as he went on passionately,
“I want to possess you as a woman. I want you to be mine from the top of your head to the soles of your tiny feet, but I want too, your mind, your heart and your soul.”
His lips touched her cheek.
“I warn you, my darling, as I have warned you before, that I am jealous even of the air you breathe!”
“Oh, Valient, you know already that I – belong to you in every – possible way. I am part of you and I know that if you – died or grew – tired of me I should really become the ghost you o
