“Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely. Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him. And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence within his breast. It is abominable—” “What is the use of keeping up this note of indignation, Ann Veronica? Here I am! I am your lover, burning for you. She found a little difficulty in beginning.
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