Get all ready for his reception. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. “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, turning to his daughter, he gave the necessary directions in a low tone. ” She felt humiliated. " "Well, think no more about it," returned Thames.
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