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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

 

"Rather! But I wonder why you don't mean it?" 

 

"Because, I suppose, the other thing is better. What other reason could 

there be? It's more complex, but it's better. THIS, this glissade, would 

be damned scoundrelism. You know that, and I know that, though we might 

be put to it to find a reason why. It would be swindling. Drawing the 

pay of life and then not living. And besides--We're going to live, Ann 

Veronica! Oh, the things we'll do, the life we'll lead! There'll be 

trouble in it at times--you and I aren't going to run without friction. 

But we've got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to 

talk to each other. We sha'n't hang up on any misunderstanding. Not us. 

And we're going to fight that old world down there. That old world that 

had shoved up that silly old hotel, and all the rest of it.... If we 

don't live it will think we are afraid of it.... Die, indeed! We're 

going to do work; we're going to unfold about each other; we're going to 

have children." 

 

"Girls!" cried Ann Veronica. 

 

"Boys!" said Capes. 

 

"Both!" said Ann Veronica. "Lots of 'em!" 

 

Capes chuckled. "You delicate female!" 

 

"Who cares," said Ann Veronica, "seeing it's you? Warm, soft little 

wonders! Of course I want them." 

 

 

 

 

Part 9 

 

 

"All sorts of things we're going to do," said Capes; "all sorts of times 

we're going to have. Sooner or later we'll certainly do something to 

clean those prisons you told me about--limewash the underside of life. 

You and I. We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of 

whitewash. Love anywhere. Anywhere! Moonlight and music--pleasing, you 

know, but quite unnecessary. We met dissecting dogfish.... Do you 

remember your first day with me?... Do you indeed remember? The smell 

of decay and cheap methylated spirit!... My dear! we've had so many 

moments! I used to go over the times we'd had together, the things we'd 

said--like a rosary of beads. But now it's beads by the cask--like the 

hold of a West African trader. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched 

in one's hand. One doesn't want to lose a grain. And one must--some of 

it must slip through one's fingers." 

 

"I don't care if it does," said Ann Veronica. "I don't care a rap for 

remembering. I care for you. This moment couldn't be better until the 

next moment comes. That's how it takes me. Why should WE hoard? We 

aren't going out presently, like Japanese lanterns in a gale. It's the 

poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can't keep it up, who 


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