He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. There's a hundred pounds too much. " So saying, he left the room. At the thought of the major, her tears redoubled and she was obliged to rip off a piece from the remnants of her already maltreated underpetticoats with which to blow her nose and soak the damp from her cheeks. Hastily ascending these steps, Jack found the door, as he anticipated, locked. "Well, how goes it?" he asked. There was a little pause between them, full for Ann Veronica of rapid elusive suspicions and intimations.
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