“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. “Odd!” she said. Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal. “How did you find me?” She asked. Do you see the time?” “I may come and see you?” Ennison asked, as his hand touched hers. “Yes?” he said. This was unscrupulous, he admitted, because he had no intention of following through on the seductive promise in his conduct.
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