"One last embrace. “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. In any case, he is liable to discover it at any time. ’ ‘Ah, but I have a special reason for doing so this time. ” “Then, by God!” he said, “you’ll be locked up!” Ann Veronica was disconcerted for a moment. "But she is saying something to me! What is it?" The hotel manager, who spoke Cantonese with facility, interpreted. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. We went our ways.
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