She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. The huge, newly remodeled brick house was crammed full of people reeking of beer, vodka, and tequila. ‘Anyhow, never mind that now. But only inside, you understand, that one cannot see it. "Never mind," replied the tapstress. Sheppard, sinking backwards upon the pallet. “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.
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