”
“Where?” Courtlaw asked quickly. She had never seen her sitting on tables nor
heard her discussing theology, and had failed to observe that the graceful figure
was a natural one and not due to ably chosen stays. “What
have I been all this time?” she asked herself, and answered, “Just stark egotism,
crude assertion of Ann Veronica, without a modest rag of religion or discipline
or respect for authority to cover me!”
It seemed to her as though she had at last found the touchstone of conduct. His eyes were fixed
upon the tablecloth. “By Jove!” she said, standing up at last, “that about finishes it, Ann
Veronica!”
CHAPTER THE TENTH
THE SUFFRAGETTES
Part 1
“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. "Sir Rowland is
your uncle—he will be your guardian—he will protect you. She drank and drank until his body was a
lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of
all but the fluid in his bones. . But the
restraint exercised by her instinctive delicacy was very great; over and above
coarse or sexual matters it covered religion and politics and any mention of
money matters or crime, and Ann Veronica found herself wondering whether
these exclusions represented, after all, anything more than suppressions.
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