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“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. It is not at all what I expected either. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. This is not what I want.
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