” “I suppose we are,” said Vee, rearranging the flowers in her hand. She was nearly dead. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. ‘Jacques?’ she called. “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 would see this sister. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight.
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