All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark
break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the
perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her,
preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. ‘Then open it quickly. This niggardliness compelled him to cross and recross
streets. The clouds
were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in
daggers and torrents. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. She pointed
suddenly at the portrait. There was only one small grated
window in this hold, which admitted but little light. 2. Poor
girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the
allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her.
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