Part 5 Yet Ann Veronica was thinking a very great deal about love. “Glaciers?” she said. ’ ‘You may arrest me later. I'm a bit daffy about music. Taking the direction pointed out, he rode off. At this moment she was staring ahead; and again came the opportunity to study her. "What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandybottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. I am ready to wait for you, to wait your pleasure, to give all my life to winning it. One married as he wished and one against his wishes, and now here was Ann Veronica, his little Vee, discontented with her beautiful, safe, and sheltering home, going about with hatless friends to Socialist meetings and art-class dances, and displaying a disposition to carry her scientific ambitions to unwomanly lengths. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist.
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