And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. But luncheon and
dinners you will sit at my table. She became at times an embodiment for Ann Veronica
of all that made the suffrage movement defective and unsatisfying. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to
make up our quarrel. If nothing else had clinched that, the purse had. ‘That rascally knave sent you to become a French nun?’
Looking positively terrified, the girl nodded dumbly. “You may not leave. “I am sorry. Wood will be here
presently. She even touched lightly on her father’s unreasonableness. What does it matter? I am not a
pauper, Annabel. “By God!” said Ann Veronica for the first time in her life.
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