The Spring of the Tiger – Victoria Holt
At last, I slept and I dreamed that hands were about my neck strangling me. They were soft hands, lustrous hands; they had begun by caressing me, soothing me and then suddenly they pressed closer and closer. I could not breathe. I started up in terror. My hands went to my throat. I was touching my pearls.
Of course, it was the pearls which had made me dream.
What nonsense to have made me wear them as I slept. But I saw his point and it was characteristic of him. He had wanted me to wear the pearls because he had known that I hated to. He had made me wear them while he had taken me against my will. They were a symbol of his power over me… a halter that is put about the neck of a slave.
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used – good condition – hardcover
Publisher: Book Club (1979)
Package Dimensions: 8 x 5.8 x 1.3 inches
Shipping Weight: 1 pounds
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