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"You'll get them," he said. "This means a plunge."
"Are you afraid?"
"Only for you! Most of my income will vanish. Even unbelieving
biological demonstrators must respect decorum; and besides, you see--you
were a student. We shall have--hardly any money."
"I don't care."
"Hardship and danger."
"And as for your people?"
"They don't count. That is the dreadful truth. This--all this swamps
them. They don't count, and I don't care."
Capes suddenly abandoned his attitude of meditative restraint. "By
Jove!" he broke out, "one tries to take a serious, sober view. I don't
quite know why. But this is a great lark, Ann Veronica! This turns life
into a glorious adventure!"
"Ah!" she cried in triumph.
"I shall have to give up biology, anyhow. I've always had a sneaking
desire for the writing-trade. That is what I must do. I can."
"Of course you can."
"And biology was beginning to bore me a bit. One research is very like
another.... Latterly I've been doing things.... Creative work
appeals to me wonderfully. Things seem to come rather easily.... But
that, and that sort of thing, is just a day-dream. For a time I must do
journalism and work hard.... What isn't a day-dream is this: that you
and I are going to put an end to flummery--and go!"
"Go!" said Ann Veronica, clenching her hands.
"For better or worse."
"For richer or poorer."
She could not go on, for she was laughing and crying at the same time.
"We were bound to do this when you kissed me," she sobbed through
her tears. "We have been all this time--Only your queer code of
honor--Honor! Once you begin with love you have to see it through."
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