It was cramped even at the end of the passage. He's an interpretative genius, if there ever was one. “Veronique!” she cried with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with profound emotion. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. ’ Gerald shrugged. A struggle of the most terrific kind now ensued.
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