“But, Jane, I summon you as my wife; it is you only I intend to marry.”
I was silent; I thought he mocked me.
“Come, Jane—come hither.”
“Your bride stands between us.”
He rose, and with a stride reached me.
“My bride is here,” he said, again drawing me to him, “because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?”
THIS BITCH
— Mar 26, 2026 08:36PM
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