“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. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. “I never wanted to kick any one so much in my life as that second fellow. And, for one expedition at least, we will go up this desolate valley here to Mattmark, and so on to Monte Moro.
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