His grip twisted her wrist. “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. I can get that at the bar," the manager said, curtly. “It was very tiring.
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