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ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-1-2
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-3-4
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-5-6
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-7
ANN VERONICA GATHERS POINTS OF VIEW-1-2
ANN VERONICA GATHERS POINTS OF VIEW-3
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-1-2
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-3-4-5
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-6-7
THE CRISIS-1-2-3-4
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON-1-2-3
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON-4-5-6
EXPOSTULATIONS-1-2-3-4
EXPOSTULATIONS-5-6
IDEALS AND A REALITY-1-2
IDEALS AND A REALITY-3-4
IDEALS AND A REALITY-5-6-7
BIOLOGY-1-2
BIOLOGY-3-4-5-6
BIOLOGY-7-8-9
DISCORDS-1
DISCORDS-2-3-4
DISCORDS-5-6-8-9
THE SUFFRAGETTES-1-2-3
THE SUFFRAGETTES-4-5
THOUGHTS IN PRISON-1-2-3-4-5-6
ANN VERONICA PUTS THINGS IN ORDER-1-2-3-4-5-6-7
THE SAPPHIRE RING-1-2-3-4
THE SAPPHIRE RING-5-6
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT-1-2-3
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT-4-5-6
THE LAST DAYS AT HOME-1-2-3
IN THE MOUNTAINS-1-2-3-4
IN THE MOUNTAINS-5-6-7-8-9-10-11
IN PERSPECTIVE-1-2-3

both with an intense desire to sneeze. 

 

"I don't think you see," she replied, with tears on her cheeks, and her 

brows knitting, "how it shames and, ah!--disgraces me--AH TISHU!" 

 

She put down the tray with a concussion on her toilet-table. 

 

"But, dear, think! He is your father. SHOOH!" 

 

"That's no reason," said Ann Veronica, speaking through her handkerchief 

and stopping abruptly. 

 

Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their 

pocket-handkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too 

profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. 

 

"I hope," said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with 

features in civil warfare. "Better state of mind," she gasped.... 

 

Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had 

slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her 

hand. Her soul was full of the sense of disaster. She had made her first 

fight for dignity and freedom as a grown-up and independent Person, and 

this was how the universe had treated her. It had neither succumbed 

to her nor wrathfully overwhelmed her. It had thrust her back with an 

undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an unendurable, scornful 

grin. 

 

"By God!" said Ann Veronica for the first time in her life. "But I will! 

I will!" 

 


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