“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. He seemed to be hesitating between two courses of action. Funk! I’ll see it out. All houses of means had not only a maid but usually a whole staff of servants. ’ He held his hands out of the way, surrendering his chest for her assault. Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her. Spurlock slumped in his chair, weak and empty. "There won't be much left for you," he said.
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