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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

of that big portal. "Steady on!" he cried. 

 

A diversion was created by the violent struggles of the little old 

lady. She seemed to be endowed with superhuman strength. A knot of 

three policemen in conflict with her staggered toward Ann Veronica's 

attendants and distracted their attention. "I WILL be arrested! I WON'T 

go home!" the little old lady was screaming over and over again. They 

put her down, and she leaped at them; she smote a helmet to the ground. 

 

"You'll have to take her!" shouted an inspector on horseback, and she 

echoed his cry: "You'll have to take me!" They seized upon her and 

lifted her, and she screamed. Ann Veronica became violently excited at 

the sight. "You cowards!" said Ann Veronica, "put her down!" and tore 

herself from a detaining hand and battered with her fists upon the big 

red ear and blue shoulder of the policeman who held the little old lady. 

 

So Ann Veronica also was arrested. 

 

And then came the vile experience of being forced and borne along the 

street to the police-station. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had 

formed of this vanished in the reality. Presently she was going through 

a swaying, noisy crowd, whose faces grinned and stared pitilessly in the 

light of the electric standards. "Go it, miss!" cried one. "Kick aht at 

'em!" though, indeed, she went now with Christian meekness, resenting 

only the thrusting policemen's hands. Several people in the crowd seemed 

to be fighting. Insulting cries became frequent and various, but for the 

most part she could not understand what was said. "Who'll mind the baby 

nar?" was one of the night's inspirations, and very frequent. A lean 

young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying "Courage! 

Courage!" Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down 

her neck. Immeasurable disgust possessed her. She felt draggled and 

insulted beyond redemption. 

 

She could not hide her face. She attempted by a sheer act of will to 

end the scene, to will herself out of it anywhere. She had a horrible 

glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, 

still faintly battling and very muddy--one lock of grayish hair 

straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. Her 

bonnet dropped off and was trampled into the gutter. A little Cockney 

recovered it, and made ridiculous attempts to get to her and replace it. 

 

"You must arrest me!" she gasped, breathlessly, insisting insanely on a 


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