”
“You disappoint me,” she said wearily. They
used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s
exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and,
anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly
mischance. A remittance man. She would look up, shake her head, and then
go back to her reading or crewelwork. 132
“I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we
kissed in the park!” He cried. She is not in the least like the descriptions
of her. She began to feel odd sensations while
peering busily at his shoulder and profile. It was as if she had come
upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and
behind the door—nothing. ‘But it is entirely myself,’ she exclaimed aloud. Anything
that might stir the sense of love And God has mocked me through it all. Finally she decided upon a
step that had always seemed reasonable to her, but that hitherto she had, from
motives too faint for her to formulate, refrained from taking. Ann Veronica was not aware of this literary side of her teacher; she had a little
tinge of annoyance at Miss Garvice’s advantage. Meanwhile, she
doesn’t realize she’s pregnant and he’s still after her, day
after day.
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