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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

and obstinate. 

 

She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to 

restrain her tears. But when she spoke her lips quivered, and they 

came. "I mean to go to that dance!" she blubbered. "I mean to go to 

that dance! I meant to reason with you, but you won't reason. You're 

dogmatic." 

 

At the sight of her tears his expression changed to a mingling of 

triumph and concern. He stood up, apparently intending to put an 

arm about her, but she stepped back from him quickly. She produced a 

handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had 

abolished her fit of weeping. His voice now had lost its ironies. 

 

"Now, Veronica," he pleaded, "Veronica, this is most unreasonable. All 

we do is for your good. Neither your aunt nor I have any other thought 

but what is best for you." 

 

"Only you won't let me live. Only you won't let me exist!" 

 

Mr. Stanley lost patience. He bullied frankly. 

 

"What nonsense is this? What raving! My dear child, you DO live, you 

DO exist! You have this home. You have friends, acquaintances, social 

standing, brothers and sisters, every advantage! Instead of which, you 

want to go to some mixed classes or other and cut up rabbits and dance 

about at nights in wild costumes with casual art student friends and God 

knows who. That--that isn't living! You are beside yourself. You don't 

know what you ask nor what you say. You have neither reason nor logic. 

I am sorry to seem to hurt you, but all I say is for your good. You 

MUST not, you SHALL not go. On this I am resolved. I put my foot down 

like--like adamant. And a time will come, Veronica, mark my words, a 

time will come when you will bless me for my firmness to-night. It goes 

to my heart to disappoint you, but this thing must not be." 

 

He sidled toward her, but she recoiled from him, leaving him in 

possession of the hearth-rug. 

 

"Well," she said, "good-night, father." 

 

"What!" he asked; "not a kiss?" 

 

She affected not to hear. 

 

The door closed softly upon her. For a long time he remained standing 

before the fire, staring at the situation. Then he sat down and filled 

his pipe slowly and thoughtfully.... 

 

"I don't see what else I could have said," he remarked. 

 


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