“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. ’ ‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than by what she had said. “And yet in a very few weeks I shall have done with it all. Besides, by the time they were off his hands, old McClintock would be dropping in to have his liver renovated. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. If he wants you, let him get you. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath. She began to act. ” He paused, and went on, after a keen look at her: “I had rather gossip to a really intelligent girl than to any man alive. She saw his purpose and his doubt hesitated also, and then went to him, took his coat lapels, and kissed him on the cheek. She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner.
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