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“Agreed,” he said, “certainly,” and drew a checkbook toward him. It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. Annabel saw it, and suddenly changed her tone. " "My God!" cried Trenchard, stunned by the intelligence, "I have killed her. “What can one say?” she exclaimed. “I’m not coarse—no! But I’ve got no purity of mind—no real purity of mind. ” Ann Veronica’s mind was filled with confused unutterable replies. " Jack started to his feet; but before he could defend himself, his right arm was grasped by the Jew who had silently approached him. He saw his father, calling to him from an icy white tunnel, beckoning to him. “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.
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