A few minutes later she left the house on foot, and taking a hansom at the corner of the Square, drove to Anna’s flat. “How well and jolly you must be feeling. "I'm sorry, Mr. "I disbelieve the whole story you have told me. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. "I forgot. “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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