Never had her father explained. She gave her lips to his without resistance. “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. She ought to have written at once and told him exactly what had happened. He waved an arm and spoke with a peculiar resonance. “I thought you weren’t keeping up to the mark. What's all this about, anyhow? You. As the body was borne to the house in the arms of the farming-men, Mr. Much more temperate; the discreet and joyless love of a virtuous, reluctant, condescending wife.
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