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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

 

 

 

Part 3 

 

 

For a time they walked in silence through the back streets that lead 

southward from the College. Capes bore a face of infinite perplexity. 

 

"The thing I feel most disposed to say, Miss Stanley," he began at last, 

"is that this is very sudden." 

 

"It's been coming on since first I came into the laboratory." 

 

"What do you want?" he asked, bluntly. 

 

"You!" said Ann Veronica. 

 

The sense of publicity, of people coming and going about them, kept 

them both unemotional. And neither had any of that theatricality which 

demands gestures and facial expression. 

 

"I suppose you know I like you tremendously?" he pursued. 

 

"You told me that in the Zoological Gardens." 

 

She found her muscles a-tremble. But there was nothing in her bearing 

that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that 

possessed her. 

 

"I"--he seemed to have a difficulty with the word--"I love you. I've 

told you that practically already. But I can give it its name now. You 

needn't be in any doubt about it. I tell you that because it puts us on 

a footing...." 

 

They went on for a time without another word. 

 

"But don't you know about me?" he said at last. 

 

"Something. Not much." 

 

"I'm a married man. And my wife won't live with me for reasons that I 

think most women would consider sound.... Or I should have made love 

to you long ago." 

 

There came a silence again. 

 

"I don't care," said Ann Veronica. 

 

"But if you knew anything of that--" 

 

"I did. It doesn't matter." 

 

"Why did you tell me? I thought--I thought we were going to be friends." 

 

He was suddenly resentful. He seemed to charge her with the ruin of 

their situation. "Why on earth did you TELL me?" he cried. 

 

"I couldn't help it. It was an impulse. I HAD to." 

 

"But it changes things. I thought you understood." 

 

"I had to," she repeated. "I was sick of the make-believe. I don't care! 

I'm glad I did. I'm glad I did." 

 

"Look here!" said Capes, "what on earth do you want? What do you think 

we can do? Don't you know what men are, and what life is?--to come to me 

and talk to me like this!" 

 

"I know--something, anyhow. But I don't care; I haven't a spark of 

shame. I don't see any good in life if it hasn't got you in it. I wanted 

you to know. And now you know. And the fences are down for good. You 

can't look me in the eyes and say you don't care for me." 

 

"I've told you," he said. 

 

"Very well," said Ann Veronica, with an air of concluding the 

discussion. 


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