" "Go on, tell me," he urged, enchanted. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. ‘Would you care for some refreshment? A glass of wine, perhaps?’ ‘Nothing, merci, I do not remain,’ she answered, although she did not rise. ” She was frightened—his anger always did frighten her—and in her resolve to conceal her fright she carried a queen-like dignity to what she felt even at the time was a preposterous pitch. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. Indeed, she did not want to think of him as loving her. The popcorn dwindled to a half a bucket, his heart settled into its normal routine. Ann Veronica had been an ardent hockey player and had had a course of jiu-jitsu in the High School. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she remarked gaily.
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