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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

window, and saw her whisked into a hansom. Their subsequent conversation 

is outside the scope of our story. 

 

"Ritter's!" said Ramage to the driver, "Dean Street." 

 

It was rare that Ann Veronica used hansoms, and to be in one was itself 

eventful and exhilarating. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing 

over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage 

of the teeming streets. She admitted her pleasure to Ramage. 

 

And Ritter's, too, was very amusing and foreign and discreet; a little 

rambling room with a number of small tables, with red electric light 

shades and flowers. It was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and 

the electric light shades glowed warmly, and an Italian waiter with 

insufficient English took Ramage's orders, and waited with an appearance 

of affection. Ann Veronica thought the whole affair rather jolly. Ritter 

sold better food than most of his compatriots, and cooked it better, and 

Ramage, with a fine perception of a feminine palate, ordered Vero Capri. 

It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable blend 

warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not 

approve, to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the 

same time it was a perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. 

 

They talked across their meal in an easy and friendly manner about Ann 

Veronica's affairs. He was really very bright and clever, with a sort of 

conversational boldness that was just within the limits of permissible 

daring. She described the Goopes and the Fabians to him, and gave him 

a sketch of her landlady; and he talked in the most liberal and 

entertaining way of a modern young woman's outlook. He seemed to know 

a great deal about life. He gave glimpses of possibilities. He roused 

curiosities. He contrasted wonderfully with the empty showing-off of 

Teddy. His friendship seemed a thing worth having.... 

 

But when she was thinking it over in her room that evening vague and 

baffling doubts came drifting across this conviction. She doubted how 

she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might 

signify. She felt that perhaps, in her desire to play an adequate part 

in the conversation, she had talked rather more freely than she ought to 

have done, and given him a wrong impression of herself. 

 

 

 

 

Part 7 

 

 

That was two days before Christmas Eve. The next morning came a compact 

letter from her father. 


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