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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

know. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between 

us. Like stealing. We dressed it in a little music.... I want you to 

understand clearly that I was indebted to the man in many small ways. I 

was mean to him.... It was the gratification of an immense necessity. 

We were two people with a craving. We felt like thieves. We WERE 

thieves.... We LIKED each other well enough. Well, my friend found 

us out, and would give no quarter. He divorced her. How do you like the 

story?" 

 

"Go on," said Ann Veronica, a little hoarsely, "tell me all of it." 

 

"My wife was astounded--wounded beyond measure. She thought me--filthy. 

All her pride raged at me. One particularly humiliating thing came 

out--humiliating for me. There was a second co-respondent. I hadn't 

heard of him before the trial. I don't know why that should be so 

acutely humiliating. There's no logic in these things. It was." 

 

"Poor you!" said Ann Veronica. 

 

"My wife refused absolutely to have anything more to do with me. She 

could hardly speak to me; she insisted relentlessly upon a separation. 

She had money of her own--much more than I have--and there was no need 

to squabble about that. She has given herself up to social work." 

 

"Well--" 

 

"That's all. Practically all. And yet--Wait a little, you'd better have 

every bit of it. One doesn't go about with these passions allayed simply 

because they have made wreckage and a scandal. There one is! The same 

stuff still! One has a craving in one's blood, a craving roused, cut off 

from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. A man has more freedom to 

do evil than a woman. Irregularly, in a quite inglorious and unromantic 

way, you know, I am a vicious man. That's--that's my private life. Until 

the last few months. It isn't what I have been but what I am. I haven't 

taken much account of it until now. My honor has been in my scientific 

work and public discussion and the things I write. Lots of us are like 

that. But, you see, I'm smirched. For the sort of love-making you think 

about. I've muddled all this business. I've had my time and lost my 

chances. I'm damaged goods. And you're as clean as fire. You come with 

those clear eyes of yours, as valiant as an angel...." 

 

He stopped abruptly. 

 

"Well?" she said. 

 

"That's all." 

 

"It's so strange to think of you--troubled by such things. I didn't 

think--I don't know what I thought. Suddenly all this makes you human. 


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