Whatever happened she need never return to that possibility. He nodded silently, too full for words. He would never be able to compose upon it, but it would serve to produce the finished work. She began to weep in long, aching sobs. “The first person you love, Ann Veronica, is yourself—get hold of that! The soul you have to save is Ann Veronica’s soul. Hence!" "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, in a voice, the tones of which were altered by his very anxiety to make them distinct, "listen to me. He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently as before.
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