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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

You've got me. I'm like a creature just wakened up. My eyes are open to 

you. I keep on thinking of you. I keep on thinking of little details and 

aspects of your voice, your eyes, the way you walk, the way your hair 

goes back from the side of your forehead. I believe I have always been 

in love with you. Always. Before ever I knew you." 

 

She sat motionless, with her hand tightening over the edge of the table, 

and he, too, said no more. She began to tremble violently. 

 

He stood up abruptly and went to the window. 

 

"We have," he said, "to be the utmost friends." 

 

She stood up and held her arms toward him. "I want you to kiss me," she 

said. 

 

He gripped the window-sill behind him. 

 

"If I do," he said.... "No! I want to do without that. I want to 

do without that for a time. I want to give you time to think. I am a 

man--of a sort of experience. You are a girl with very little. Just sit 

down on that stool again and let's talk of this in cold blood. People of 

your sort--I don't want the instincts to--to rush our situation. Are you 

sure what it is you want of me?" 

 

"I want you. I want you to be my lover. I want to give myself to you. 

I want to be whatever I can to you." She paused for a moment. "Is that 

plain?" she asked. 

 

"If I didn't love you better than myself," said Capes, "I wouldn't fence 

like this with you. 

 

"I am convinced you haven't thought this out," he went on. "You do not 

know what such a relation means. We are in love. Our heads swim with 

the thought of being together. But what can we do? Here am I, fixed to 

respectability and this laboratory; you're living at home. It means... 

just furtive meetings." 

 

"I don't care how we meet," she said. 

 

"It will spoil your life." 

 

"It will make it. I want you. I am clear I want you. You are different 

from all the world for me. You can think all round me. You are the one 

person I can understand and feel--feel right with. I don't idealize you. 

Don't imagine that. It isn't because you're good, but because I may be 

rotten bad; and there's something--something living and understanding 

in you. Something that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when 

we are separated. You see, I'm selfish. I'm rather scornful. I think 

too much about myself. You're the only person I've really given good, 

straight, unselfish thought to. I'm making a mess of my life--unless 

you come in and take it. I am. In you--if you can love me--there 

is salvation. Salvation. I know what I am doing better than you do. 


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