“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. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. Nevertheless she withdrew her hand. It was not the type of household where one could come and go at all hours, for this she was glad. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. . Still, his robust frame enabled him to hold out. Something, I'm convinced, has happened to the boys. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. Now you can understand why every minute is a torture to me.
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