The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. She wanted to live. ‘I do not believe you. Never since I was a girl have I seen your father so moved. . “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. Everything. The truth was impossible, indecent. He was dressed with the utmost care, and he set his feet upon the broad walk as though the action were in some way a condescension. She could not run, her limbs were frozen.
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