Sebastian snorted, “If it isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black!” “Your house is host to the lowest forms of life, those without morals! I will no longer allow my children to live 210 in such a house. Anna’s face was half turned from him, but her expression, and the tone of her monosyllable puzzled him. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. “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. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. He forced her arm back, away, stretching it out to keep the weapon at bay. He spoke English with astonishing facility and with a purity which often embarrassed his tourists.
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