Cathy answered the phone. “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. " "Could I credit your wild story, I might do so," returned Thames, with a look of perplexity. This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; for a diabolical grin—it cannot be called a smile—played upon his face all the time he was engaged in it. And her mother, looking unusually alert and hectic, wore cream and brown also, made up in a more complicated manner. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides.
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