’ He sat on the low wall of the haha and invited her to do the same. ’ ‘Don’t you believe it. “Think of what Lady Palsworthy will say! Think of what”—So-and-so —“will say! What are we to tell people? “Besides, what am I to tell your father?” At first it had not been at all clear to Ann Veronica that she would refuse to return home; she had had some dream of a capitulation that should leave her an enlarged and defined freedom, but as her aunt put this aspect and that of her flight to her, as she wandered illogically and inconsistently from one urgent consideration to another, as she mingled assurances and aspects and emotions, it became clearer and clearer to the girl that there could be little or no change in the position of things if she returned. We’ve deserted the posts in which we found ourselves, cut our duties, exposed ourselves to risks that may destroy any sort of social usefulness in us. Manning loved her presented itself to her bloodlessly, stilled from any imaginative quiver or thrill of passion or disgust. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. ‘We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it. “I can tell you are thinking about it.
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