The vast mirrored chamber, with its four little square window bays, two either side of the large raised dais that led to the French doors, was very full of company for the start of the Little Season. “My arrival appears to be opportune,” he said stiffly. “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. He was profoundly stirred. Of all the entirely English women I know, you’re the only one with a French accent. Greece was a different place. "Here!" shrieked Lady Trafford.
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