While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. Girls were instructed to wear white button down shirts and full length black skirts. "Good night, Master. I hope this is all. I am not prying for my own amusement. Ann Veronica, with a sigh at the cost of hospitality, made a hasty negotiation for an extra tea and for a fire in the groundfloor apartment, and preened herself carefully for the interview. “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. . “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage. Presently repellance grew under the frozen mask of astonishment and dissipated it. Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour. Everything, Miss Miniver said, was “working up,” everything was “coming on”—the Higher Thought, the Simple Life, Socialism, Humanitarianism, it was all the same really. Next instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to his, the white veil slipping once again. The pieces fell to the ground in a little white shower.
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