I want to give myself to you. "Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear," replied Wood, receiving the little burthen with a laugh. " "Peace!" cried the knight, fiercely. “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. ’ ‘As a matter of fact, it isn’t,’ conceded Gerald.
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