“You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall
ever make me give you up. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark
break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the
perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her,
preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. ‘I’m a soldier, missie. "
"That was my doing, dearest," urged the carpenter; "I was afraid if you saw her
that some such scene as this might occur. She pushed. I know that you were disappointed because I did not turn out to be the
millionaire. I hate myself!” She
collapsed to the floor, sobbing. He
devoured her with his eyes too, his shyness not able to
disguise his furtive glances at the curvy outline of her
breast against the imitation silk, his memory still
exquisitely tortured by her movements in the miniskirt. He’ll do.
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