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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

mind resumed at a more tolerable pace. She found herself talking to 

Capes in an undertone of rational admission. 

 

"There is something to be said for the lady-like theory after all," she 

admitted. "Women ought to be gentle and submissive persons, strong only 

in virtue and in resistance to evil compulsion. My dear--I can call you 

that here, anyhow--I know that. The Victorians over-did it a little, I 

admit. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white--the sort 

of flat white that doesn't shine. But that doesn't alter the fact 

that there IS innocence. And I've read, and thought, and guessed, and 

looked--until MY innocence--it's smirched. 

 

"Smirched!... 

 

"You see, dear, one IS passionately anxious for something--what is it? 

One wants to be CLEAN. You want me to be clean. You would want me to be 

clean, if you gave me a thought, that is.... 

 

"I wonder if you give me a thought.... 

 

"I'm not a good woman. I don't mean I'm not a good woman--I mean that 

I'm not a GOOD woman. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know 

what I am saying. I mean I'm not a good specimen of a woman. I've got a 

streak of male. Things happen to women--proper women--and all they have 

to do is to take them well. They've just got to keep white. But I'm 

always trying to make things happen. And I get myself dirty... 

 

"It's all dirt that washes off, dear, but it's dirt. 

 

"The white unaggressive woman who corrects and nurses and serves, and is 

worshipped and betrayed--the martyr-queen of men, the white mother.... 

You can't do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and 

there's no religion in me--of that sort--worth a rap. 

 

"I'm not gentle. Certainly not a gentlewoman. 

 

"I'm not coarse--no! But I've got no purity of mind--no real purity of 

mind. A good woman's mind has angels with flaming swords at the portals 

to keep out fallen thoughts.... 

 

"I wonder if there are any good women really. 

 

"I wish I didn't swear. I do swear. It began as a joke.... It 

developed into a sort of secret and private bad manners. It's got to be 

at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings.... 

 

"'Go it, missie,' they said; "kick aht!' 

 

"I swore at that policeman--and disgusted him. Disgusted him! 

 

"For men policemen never blush; 

A man in all things scores so much... 

 

"Damn! Things are getting plainer. It must be the dawn creeping in. 

 

"Now here hath been dawning another blue day; 

I'm just a poor woman, please take it away. 


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