If Ann Veronica could have put words to that song they would have been, “Hot-blooded marriage or none!” but she was far too indistinct in this matter to frame any words at all. ‘Adieu, imbecile,’ she threw at him gleefully. What sort of a standard of life yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come into my presence has been an outrage. ‘Keep your distance! You dare to tell me I cannot refuse?’ He glared at the girl. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. ‘It is to say goodbye, you understand. Recovering himself quickly his instinct of self-defence was quicker than his recollection of Anna’s presence. “Many nights I have thought of you, Anna. And talking of every conceivable thing.
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