“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. " At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. She tore open the envelope and read it. At one moment, it seemed as if the flying bark was about to put to shore. ” She wanted to feast upon him badly, his passion, his youthfulness. Jackson had one of the ugliest countenances imaginable, he had a very fine set of teeth.
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