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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

brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost 

paradise. 

 

"I wonder if there is anything wrong with my manners," she said. "I 

wonder if I've been properly brought up. If I had been quite quiet and 

white and dignified, wouldn't it have been different? Would he have 

dared?..." 

 

For some creditable moments in her life Ann Veronica was utterly 

disgusted with herself; she was wrung with a passionate and belated 

desire to move gently, to speak softly and ambiguously--to be, in 

effect, prim. 

 

Horrible details recurred to her. 

 

"Why, among other things, did I put my knuckles in his 

neck--deliberately to hurt him?" 

 

She tried to sound the humorous note. 

 

"Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?" 

 

Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it. 

 

"You ass and imbecile, Ann Veronica! You female cad! Cad! Cad!... Why 

aren't you folded up clean in lavender--as every young woman ought to 

be? What have you been doing with yourself?..." 

 

She raked into the fire with the poker. 

 

"All of which doesn't help me in the slightest degree to pay back that 

money." 

 

That night was the most intolerable one that Ann Veronica had ever 

spent. She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went 

to bed. This time, there was no doubt, she did not sleep. The more 

she disentangled the lines of her situation the deeper grew her 

self-disgust. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became 

unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered 

abuse of herself--usually until she hit against some article of 

furniture. 

 

Then she would have quiet times, in which she would say to herself, "Now 

look here! Let me think it all out!" 

 

For the first time, it seemed to her, she faced the facts of a woman's 

position in the world--the meagre realities of such freedom as it 

permitted her, the almost unavoidable obligation to some individual man 

under which she must labor for even a foothold in the world. She had 

flung away from her father's support with the finest assumption of 

personal independence. And here she was--in a mess because it had 

been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man. She had 

thought--What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but 

an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. She had denied it 

with vigor, and here she was! 

 

She did not so much exhaust this general question as pass from it to her 


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