” He bit, feeling the numb desire to maul her. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. He was unusually absurd and ready, and all the time it seemed to Ann Veronica as a delightful possibility, as a thing not indeed to be entertained seriously, but to be half furtively felt, that he was being so agreeable because she had come back again. " "You do not remember me, I dare say," observed the stranger. Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. " "Hurt her? It would tear her to pieces; God knows she has had enough.
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