She could not stir hand or foot. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. “One is always playing the surgeon, one kills always the thing one loves best. He is big and powerful; one of those drinkers who show it but little outwardly. I take their life. Anyhow, that is how things are. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. He kissed her deeply and hungrily. The face that looked down upon Ann Veronica was full of amiable intention.
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