” “I can’t go back to the Beck’s ever again. But when it came to broaching them, it proved to be much more difficult than she had supposed. It looks so French to be affectionate. This lover of yours—” “He doesn’t know!” cried Ann Veronica. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. He did make her perceive something of the acute, tormenting desire for her that had arisen in him and possessed him.
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