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“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. And I am coming to believe the best as well as the most beautiful friends a man can have are girl friends. “I wish that I could forget it,” he said. It was less will than education. His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into the box. ‘You! Tell this fool who is the keeper here to come to me at once. There’s sure to be a place somewhere. He was a business man, pure and simple, his eyes were fastened always upon the practical side of life. Ah, and put him under if he wakes up. He dressed rather after the fashion of the West End than the City, and affected a cultured urbanity that somehow disconcerted and always annoyed Ann Veronica’s father extremely.
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