Category: Ann Veronica

ANN VERONICA GATHERS POINTS OF VIEW

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“Are you coming to the Fadden Dance, Ann Veronica?” asked Constance Widgett.

Ann Veronica considered her answer. “I mean to,” she replied.

“You are making your dress?”

“Such as it is.”

They … Read the rest

IN PERSPECTIVE

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About four years and a quarter later—to be exact, it was four years and four months—Mr. and Mrs. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that did duty as a hearthrug in the … Read the rest

ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER

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One Wednesday afternoon in late September, Ann Veronica Stanley came down from London in a state of solemn excitement and quite resolved to have things out with her father that very evening. … Read the rest

IN THE MOUNTAINS

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Next day Ann Veronica and Capes felt like newborn things. It seemed to them they could never have been really alive before, but only dimly anticipating existence. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking … Read the rest

THE LAST DAYS AT HOME

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They decided to go to Switzerland at the session’s end. “We’ll clean up everything tidy,” said Capes….

For her pride’s sake, and to save herself from long day-dreams and an unappeasable longing for … Read the rest

THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT

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Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then spring and summer came with a rush together. Two days after this conversation between Manning and Ann Veronica, Capes came … Read the rest

THE SAPPHIRE RING

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For a time that ring set with sapphires seemed to be, after all, the satisfactory solution of Ann Veronica’s difficulties. It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal. A tarnish of constraint that … Read the rest

ANN VERONICA PUTS THINGS IN ORDER

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Ann Veronica made a strenuous attempt to carry out her good resolutions. She meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and gravely and deliberately again … Read the rest

THOUGHTS IN PRISON

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The first night in prison she found it impossible to sleep. The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy. The little grating … Read the rest

THE SUFFRAGETTES

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“There is only one way out of all this,” said Ann Veronica, sitting up in her little bed in the darkness and biting at her nails.

“I thought I was just up against Morningside Park and … Read the rest