Chapter 03 "I have a right to abuse my birthplace."– North and South, Elisabeth GaskellLooking back at the footsteps he has left, on his wake, as he strode along through the snow; the sense of such meanings as fear and torment started to draw an image before my eyes. I was not to make it to the ceremony, I was doomed. I couldn't lift my head up, walk an inch, nor move my neck: I was pinned, crippled in one place. Thoughts of wrath, violence and anger started to flash and glow in my brain and they mingled with fear, fright, and pain. He was laming me with a single touch.At the end of the circle the trees had made, near me, he paused with a darkened glow. He stood there a moment, a breath away from me. Chest heaving, his eyes traveled up and down my body, in which the blood shall start to freeze cold if I were not to do anything against the hand he was grasping my wrist with.I kept feeling those dark
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