Let—it—fall. The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. These realizations rushed into Ann Veronica’s mind and hardened her heart against him. “If you cannot listen to me now it must remain undelivered. But never would any so dishonour himself as to hand a fellow rogue over to the authorities. ” “All these things,” he muttered bitterly, “this desperate resolve to take your life into your own hands, your unnatural craving for independence, would never trouble you for a moment—if you really cared. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. Let me keep him.
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