‘I must. Man or woman. “I love you, Ann Veronica. ’ Gerald eyed her. Now I’ll tell you what I propose. A strong arm pulled her closer, and the lips that mouthed her own in tender touches sent her senses reeling. The big gray spaces of London, the shop-lit, greasy, shining streets, had become very remote; the biological laboratory with its work and emotions, the meetings and discussions, the rides in hansoms with Ramage, were like things in a book read and closed. Gianfrancesco’s had curved differently and was darker. It was a bright and beautiful day: so bright, so beautiful, that even her sad heart was cheered by it. She felt anger at Sebastian, anger at the thrill that she felt in her loins upon seeing him, anger at herself for never having the courage to end her own life.
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