" On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill. Rhea went down, screeching and clawing at the air for the sword, which clanked heavily on the ground. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. “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. His arm closed in around her middle and she was caught. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. 4. Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench.
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