By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. Immeasurable disgust possessed her. His head bent down, intent on kissing her underneath the showerhead. It was nearly one o’clock; but there were lights still in all her windows. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. “But why is it preposterous?” asked Ann Veronica, and fiddled with a pipe on the mantel. "I should be sorry to persuade him to do anything his calmer judgment might disapprove. ‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. 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.
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