Promise me one thing before I leave you. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity. The family always managed to make it home for supper, even though it was a dying custom. “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. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor.
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