One has to train one’s self not to. He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. “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. gutenberg. "Perhaps that would have been best. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible.
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