\" He had caught her in a moment of weakness; the hunger had made her emotional! She felt a terrible warmth surge from her loins. He occupied one of the smaller houses near the station. “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. She told you —the truth. He was clearing up these difficulties by tracing a partially obliterated suture the Scotchman had overlooked when the door from the passage opened, and Manning came into his universe. She regarded the young man coldly. Tell her, that more than once, when about to commit some desperate offence, I have been restrained by her gentle image. Wood.
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