“Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. “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. ’ Footsteps sounded just outside, and Captain Roding walked in. “No, I’m fine. Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. To fight inertia on the one hand and to study this queer girl on the other.
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