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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

hysterical laughter, and caught up the end of it with a sob. 

 

"Before I took up the Suffrage," a firm, flat voice remarked, "I could 

scarcely walk up-stairs without palpitations." 

 

Some one hidden from Ann Veronica appeared to be marshalling the 

assembly. "We have to get in, I think," said a nice little old lady in 

a bonnet to Ann Veronica, speaking with a voice that quavered a little. 

"My dear, can you see in this light? I think I would like to get in. 

Which is C?" 

 

Ann Veronica, with a curious sinking of the heart, regarded the black 

cavities of the vans. Their doors stood open, and placards with big 

letters indicated the section assigned to each. She directed the little 

old woman and then made her way to van D. A young woman with a white 

badge on her arm stood and counted the sections as they entered their 

vans. 

 

"When they tap the roof," she said, in a voice of authority, "you are to 

come out. You will be opposite the big entrance in Old Palace Yard. It's 

the public entrance. You are to make for that and get into the lobby if 

you can, and so try and reach the floor of the House, crying 'Votes for 

Women!' as you go." 

 

She spoke like a mistress addressing school-children. 

 

"Don't bunch too much as you come out," she added. 

 

"All right?" asked the man with the light eyelashes, suddenly appearing 

in the doorway. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile 

in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the 

women in darkness.... 

 

The van started with a jerk and rumbled on its way. 

 

"It's like Troy!" said a voice of rapture. "It's exactly like Troy!" 

 

 

 

Part 5 

 

 

So Ann Veronica, enterprising and a little dubious as ever, mingled with 

the stream of history and wrote her Christian name upon the police-court 

records of the land. 

 

But out of a belated regard for her father she wrote the surname of some 

one else. 

 

Some day, when the rewards of literature permit the arduous research 

required, the Campaign of the Women will find its Carlyle, and the 

particulars of that marvellous series of exploits by which Miss Brett 

and her colleagues nagged the whole Western world into the discussion of 

women's position become the material for the most delightful and amazing 

descriptions. At present the world waits for that writer, and the 

confused record of the newspapers remains the only resource of the 

curious. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons the 


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