Entering the house, he found himself in a narrow passage leading to the back stairs. It was a habit she had taken from Remenham House, but could not wear because of the colour which must draw attention. “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 never seemed to take full advantage while they were in his mammoth automobile. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. There was something markedly and deliberately liberal-minded in his manner in all their encounters. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp.
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