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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

the same. As for this infatuation--it's like some obsession, some 

magic thing laid upon you. It's not you--not a bit. It's a thing that's 

happened to you. It is like some accident. I don't care. In a sense I 

don't care. It makes no difference.... All the same, I wish I had 

that fellow by the throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me 

wishes that.... 

 

"I suppose I should let go if I had. 

 

"You know," he went on, "this doesn't seem to me to end anything. 

 

"I'm rather a persistent person. I'm the sort of dog, if you turn it out 

of the room it lies down on the mat at the door. I'm not a lovesick 

boy. I'm a man, and I know what I mean. It's a tremendous blow, of 

course--but it doesn't kill me. And the situation it makes!--the 

situation!" 

 

Thus Manning, egotistical, inconsecutive, unreal. And Ann Veronica 

walked beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the 

thought of how she had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and 

mind grew weary together, rejoicing more and more that at the cost 

of this one interminable walk she escaped the prospect of--what was 

it?--"Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights" in his company. Whatever 

happened she need never return to that possibility. 

 

"For me," Manning went on, "this isn't final. In a sense it alters 

nothing. I shall still wear your favor--even if it is a stolen and 

forbidden favor--in my casque.... I shall still believe in you. Trust 

you." 

 

He repeated several times that he would trust her, though it remained 

obscure just exactly where the trust came in. 

 

"Look here," he cried out of a silence, with a sudden flash of 

understanding, "did you mean to throw me over when you came out with me 

this afternoon?" 

 

Ann Veronica hesitated, and with a startled mind realized the truth. 

"No," she answered, reluctantly. 

 

"Very well," said Manning. "Then I don't take this as final. That's all. 

I've bored you or something.... You think you love this other man! No 

doubt you do love him. Before you have lived--" 

 

He became darkly prophetic. He thrust out a rhetorical hand. 

 

"I will MAKE you love me! Until he has faded--faded into a memory..." 

 

He saw her into the train at Waterloo, and stood, a tall, grave figure, 

with hat upraised, as the carriage moved forward slowly and hid him. 

Ann Veronica sat back with a sigh of relief. Manning might go on now 

idealizing her as much as he liked. She was no longer a confederate in 

that. He might go on as the devoted lover until he tired. She had done 


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