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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

standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that 

astonished herself. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing 

behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had "My God!"-ed with 

an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. This mitigated 

her remorse enormously. He rested his brow on his hand and conveyed 

magnificent tragedy by his pose. 

 

"But why," he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and 

looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, "why did you not tell me 

this before?" 

 

"I didn't know--I thought I might be able to control myself." 

 

"And you can't?" 

 

"I don't think I ought to control myself." 

 

"And I have been dreaming and thinking--" 

 

"I am frightfully sorry...." 

 

"But--This bolt from the blue! My God! Ann Veronica, you don't 

understand. This--this shatters a world!" 

 

She tried to feel sorry, but her sense of his immense egotism was strong 

and clear. 

 

He went on with intense urgency. 

 

"Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through 

the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don't begin to feel and realize 

this yet. It seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a 

dream. Tell me I haven't heard. This is a joke of yours." He made his 

voice very low and full, and looked closely into her face. 

 

She twisted her fingers tightly. "It isn't a joke," she said. "I feel 

shabby and disgraced.... I ought never to have thought of it. Of you, 

I mean...." 

 

He fell back in his chair with an expression of tremendous desolation. 

"My God!" he said again.... 

 

They became aware of the waitress standing over them with book and 

pencil ready for their bill. "Never mind the bill," said Manning 

tragically, standing up and thrusting a four-shilling piece into her 

hand, and turning a broad back on her astonishment. "Let us walk across 

the Park at least," he said to Ann Veronica. "Just at present my mind 

simply won't take hold of this at all.... I tell you--never mind the 

bill. Keep it! Keep it!" 

 

 

 

Part 6 

 

 

They walked a long way that afternoon. They crossed the Park to the 

westward, and then turned back and walked round the circle about the 

Royal Botanical Gardens and then southwardly toward Waterloo. They 

trudged and talked, and Manning struggled, as he said, to "get the hang 

of it all." 

 

It was a long, meandering talk, stupid, shameful, and unavoidable. Ann 

Veronica was apologetic to the bottom of her soul. At the same time she 


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