“My God! Ann Veronica,” he said, struggling to keep his hold upon her; “my God! Tell me—tell me now—tell me you love me!” His expression was as it were rapaciously furtive. " "Make an effort, Madam," cried Mrs. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. I have suffered—I have sinned—I have repented. It filled his thoughts for the rest of the day, and became an obsession. They even threatened to cut the traces and take off the wheels from the carriage. He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently as before. ” “I will think of it,” she promised. The Victorians over-did it a little, I admit.
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