Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. “Have either of you been out of this room since you discovered what had happened?” he asked. Submission to the inevitable carried her through the circumstances of her appearance before the magistrate. “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 remembered it suddenly. "I didn't imagine for a moment that you'd accept it, but I thought it right to make you the offer. Remember, some day you and I are going to have that book. My little maidservant will think that I am lost. If you do not help me to read the riddle of yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum.
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