“I know nothing about your wife. "I don't deserve it," he said, at length; "but I would have risked a thousand deaths to enjoy this moment's happiness. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. Beneath that tree let us lie. He saw her, dripping with rosy pearls, rise out of the lagoon in the dawn light: he saw her flashing to and fro among the coco palms in the moonshine: he saw her breasting the hurricane, her body as full of grace and beauty as the Winged Victory of the Louvre. “Veronica!” cried Miss Stanley, warningly, and, “Peter!” For a moment they seemed on the verge of an altogether desperate scuffle. “You said you were in love with me,” said Ann Veronica; “I wanted to explain —” “I said I loved and wanted you. Was she a fool to wish a person of a disposition altogether not pleasing to marry her? Was it not true that he made a game with her very often? Had he not been extremely interfering from the beginning? And had he not kissed her, just when— Her thoughts skidded to a stop.
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