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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

Part 7 

 

 

Then one day a little thing happened that clothed itself in 

significance. 

 

She had been working upon a ribbon of microtome sections of the 

developing salamander, and he came to see what she had made of them. She 

stood up and he sat down at the microscope, and for a time he was busy 

scrutinizing one section after another. She looked down at him and saw 

that the sunlight was gleaming from his cheeks, and that all over 

his cheeks was a fine golden down of delicate hairs. And at the sight 

something leaped within her. 

 

Something changed for her. 

 

She became aware of his presence as she had never been aware of any 

human being in her life before. She became aware of the modelling of his 

ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came 

off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see 

beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though 

they were acutely beautiful things. They WERE, she realized, acutely 

beautiful things. Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down 

to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the 

table. She felt him as something solid and strong and trustworthy beyond 

measure. The perception of him flooded her being. 

 

He got up. "Here's something rather good," he said, and with a start and 

an effort she took his place at the microscope, while he stood beside 

her and almost leaning over her. 

 

She found she was trembling at his nearness and full of a thrilling 

dread that he might touch her. She pulled herself together and put her 

eye to the eye-piece. 

 

"You see the pointer?" he asked. 

 

"I see the pointer," she said. 

 

"It's like this," he said, and dragged a stool beside her and sat down 

with his elbow four inches from hers and made a sketch. Then he got up 

and left her. 

 

She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something 

enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or 

infinite relief.... 

 

But now Ann Veronica knew what was the matter with her. 

 

 

 

Part 8 

 

 

And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she 

began to run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of 

muscle under her skin. She thought of the marvellous beauty of skin, 

and all the delightfulness of living texture. Oh the back of her arm she 

found the faintest down of hair in the world. "Etherialized monkey," she 

said. She held out her arm straight before her, and turned her hand this 


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