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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. “Sir John is a man of the world,” her aunt answered coldly. Queer world. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. At Boulogne they took train to Basle; next morning they breakfasted together in the buffet of that station, and thence they caught the Interlaken express, and so went by way of Spies to Frutigen. Earles said, with a resigned sigh, “but I shall rely upon you to stick to me so long as I do the right thing by you. That “entirely English” comment was said just to provoke me. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. For days I have been undecided as to whether I would come to you or no. ‘But I will tell you this, mon vieux. My son went down after his death. Wood, glancing angrily at her husband. I’ve had a lot on my mind. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed.
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