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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

about Saas or peep into Samuel Butler's chapels, and sometimes we will 

climb up out of the way of the other people on to the glaciers and snow. 

And, for one expedition at least, we will go up this desolate valley 

here to Mattmark, and so on to Monte Moro. There indeed you see Monte 

Rosa. Almost the best of all." 

 

"Is it very beautiful?" 

 

"When I saw it there it was very beautiful. It was wonderful. It was the 

crowned queen of mountains in her robes of shining white. It towered up 

high above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and 

white, and below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly 

clouds. And then presently these clouds began to wear thin and expose 

steep, deep slopes, going down and down, with grass and pine-trees, down 

and down, and at last, through a great rent in the clouds, bare roofs, 

shining like very minute pin-heads, and a road like a fibre of white 

silk-Macugnana, in Italy. That will be a fine day--it will have to be, 

when first you set eyes on Italy.... That's as far as we go." 

 

"Can't we go down into Italy?" 

 

"No," he said; "it won't run to that now. We must wave our hands at the 

blue hills far away there and go back to London and work." 

 

"But Italy--" 

 

"Italy's for a good girl," he said, and laid his hand for a moment on 

her shoulder. "She must look forward to Italy." 

 

"I say," she reflected, "you ARE rather the master, you know." 

 

The idea struck him as novel. "Of course I'm manager for this 

expedition," he said, after an interval of self-examination. 

 

She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. "Nice sleeve," she 

said, and came to his hand and kissed it. 

 

"I say!" he cried. "Look here! Aren't you going a little too far? 

This--this is degradation--making a fuss with sleeves. You mustn't do 

things like that." 

 

"Why not?" 

 

"Free woman--and equal." 

 

"I do it--of my own free will," said Ann Veronica, kissing his hand 

again. "It's nothing to what I WILL do." 

 

"Oh, well!" he said, a little doubtfully, "it's just a phase," and bent 

down and rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment, with his heart 

beating and his nerves a-quiver. Then as she lay very still, with her 

hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still 

closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck.... 

 

 

 

Part 6 

 

 

Most of the things that he had planned they did. But they climbed more 

than he had intended because Ann Veronica proved rather a good climber, 


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