“Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment. “I don’t see there’s any getting away from the fact that you and I love each other,” he said, slowly. Certain of my prey, I can afford to wait for it.
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