"Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. Her hair had begun to grow back, it now swept to her shoulders. I said I knew he disliked and distrusted you and your work—that you shared all Russell’s opinions: he hates Russell beyond measure—and that we couldn’t possibly face a conventional marriage. But this is not sufficient. He spoke in quick nervous sentences. She made a slow tour of the front of the house without success, and then started back along the rooms behind, dragging open the drapes each time to get just enough light to recognise what was on the walls. “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. Suddenly, such a shout as has seldom smitten human ears rent the air.
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