Ann
Veronica had come down thinking of nothing in the world but her inflexible
resolution to go to the dance in the teeth of all opposition. Love, obliterated, annihilated; out of his heart and out of his Bible. ”
“I believe you,” she murmured. “I wonder which of us is
right,” she said. It
was Annabel’s. The boy was right. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?”
note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively,
“How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old
professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann
Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. "
"Swear it!"
"I do. “Why not?” He repeated, demanding. So Ann Veronica also was arrested. He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of
living. "
"Do you think so?" replied Kneebone, taking it off, and placing it on her finger,
which he took the opportunity of kissing at the same time; "wear it for my sake. And she did not
merely affect to be driven—she felt driven.
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