’ A trifle discomposed at being caught examining his surroundings, Gerald was provoked into retort. Nothing at all. We all get deceived sometimes. He had barely settled at his desk in his library, when he was disturbed by two morning callers. She turned with an effort. “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.
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