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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

flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. 'My God!' he said, 'I'll go 

after them and kill him. I'll go after them and kill him.' For the 

moment I thought it was a telegram from Gwen." 

 

"But what did father imagine?" 

 

"Of course he imagined! Any one would! 'What has happened, Peter?' I 

asked. He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand. He 

used a most awful word! Then he said, 'It's Ann Veronica gone to join 

her sister!' 'Gone!' I said. 'Gone!' he said. 'Read that,' and threw the 

telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen. He swore when I tried 

to get it out with the ladle, and told me what it said. Then he sat 

down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be 

strung up. It was as much as I could do to prevent him flying out of the 

house there and then and coming after you. Never since I was a girl have 

I seen your father so moved. 'Oh! little Vee!' he cried, 'little Vee!' 

and put his face between his hands and sat still for a long time before 

he broke out again." 

 

Ann Veronica had remained standing while her aunt spoke. 

 

"Do you mean, aunt," she asked, "that my father thought I had gone 

off--with some man?" 

 

"What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad as to 

go off alone?" 

 

"After--after what had happened the night before?" 

 

"Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his 

poor face as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was 

for coming up by the very first train and looking for you, but I said to 

him, 'Wait for the letters,' and there, sure enough, was yours. He could 

hardly open the envelope, he trembled so. Then he threw the letter at 

me. 'Go and fetch her home,' he said; 'it isn't what we thought! It's 

just a practical joke of hers.' And with that he went off to the City, 

stern and silent, leaving his bacon on his plate--a great slice of bacon 

hardly touched. No breakfast, he's had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of 

soup--since yesterday at tea." 

 

She stopped. Aunt and niece regarded each other silently. 

 

"You must come home to him at once," said Miss Stanley. 

 

Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored 

table-cloth. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture 

of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, 

noisy, aimless. Why on earth couldn't he leave her to grow in her own 

way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return. 


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