“Now listen. It occurred to Ann Veronica once that she had known him when he was
younger, but day had followed day, and each had largely obliterated the
impression of its predecessor. “Concern me!” she repeated fiercely. A silence ensued. I told
you that at the outset. “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. To-morrow they will know the truth. A bowl of roses, just brought by Ann Veronica, adorned the communal
dressing-table, and Ann Veronica was particularly trim in preparation for a call
she was to make with her aunt later in the afternoon. We’re closer than
you think. He dared not go on. This hand
consigned him to destruction, but another was stretched forth to save him. Why did he
care?
“I could never marry a girl who’s not a virgin. Quilt was not
long in following his example. ”
“I am very glad,” he answered, in a low tone.
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