Ramage. “You must arrest me!” she gasped, breathlessly, insisting insanely on a point already carried; “you shall!” The police-station at the end seemed to Ann Veronica like a refuge from unnamable disgraces. We’ll be somewhere on the floor above. A slight cough uttered by Jonathan at the moment awakened the echoes of the place, and was returned in hollow reverberations. “But you must forgive me, John. You did not marry her because you loved her; you did not marry because she might have had money; you did not marry her out of gratitude; you did not marry her because you had to.
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