“I suppose,” he said, his voice harsher than he had intended it to be, “you want marriage again.” “No,” she said quickly. “No, never that. Not again. Why would any woman willingly make herself the property of a man and suffer all the humiliation of submerging her character and her very identity in his?”

“I suppose,” he said, his voice harsher than he had intended it to be, “you want marriage again.” “No,” she said quickly. “No, never that. Not again. Why would any woman willingly make herself the property of a man and suffer all the humiliation of submerging her character and her very identity in his?”

— Mary Balogh