Suddenly he felt Ruth swing violently away from him, and he wheeled to learn the cause. It is the vapouring school girl. “Lucy! Where is my daughter? Where have you. ” She saw him there the next week at the same time. He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable. At the opening of the van doors and the emergence into the fresh air Ann Veronica’s doubt and depression gave place to the wildest exhilaration. “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.
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