She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. “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. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. She followed Oxford Street into Holborn, and then she inquired for Chancery Lane. He had hurt her. Jack's body was caught, and passed from hand to hand over a thousand heads, till it was far from the fatal tree. A murmur ran through the assemblage, by several of whom Jack was recognised. Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother? With deliberation, he spoke.
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