Ann Veronica, a modern love story eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 375 pages of information about Ann Veronica, a modern love story.

Ann Veronica, a modern love story eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 375 pages of information about Ann Veronica, a modern love story.

It was, perhaps, the natural consequence of a long and tiring and exciting day that Ann Veronica should pass a broken and distressful night, a night in which the noble and self-subduing resolutions of Canongate displayed themselves for the first time in an atmosphere of almost lurid dismay.  Her father’s peculiar stiffness of soul presented itself now as something altogether left out of the calculations upon which her plans were based, and, in particular, she had not anticipated the difficulty she would find in borrowing the forty pounds she needed for Ramage.  That had taken her by surprise, and her tired wits had failed her.  She was to have fifteen pounds, and no more.  She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden.  The chance had gone.  It became suddenly glaringly apparent to her that it was impossible to return fifteen pounds or any sum less than twenty pounds to Ramage—­absolutely impossible.  She realized that with a pang of disgust and horror.

Already she had sent him twenty pounds, and never written to explain to him why it was she had not sent it back sharply directly he returned it.  She ought to have written at once and told him exactly what had happened.  Now if she sent fifteen pounds the suggestion that she had spent a five-pound note in the meanwhile would be irresistible.  No!  That was impossible.  She would have just to keep the fifteen pounds until she could make it twenty.  That might happen on her birthday—­in August.

She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage.  He became ugly and monstrous, dunning her, threatening her, assailing her.

“Confound sex from first to last!” said Ann Veronica.  “Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do?  We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!...  I must pay off that forty pounds.  I must.”

For a time there seemed no comfort for her even in Capes.  She was to see Capes to-morrow, but now, in this state of misery she had achieved, she felt assured he would turn his back upon her, take no notice of her at all.  And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him?

“I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend.  I want him as my friend.  I want to talk to him and go about with him.  Just go about with him.”

She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to:  “What’s the good of pretending?

“I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of and indifferent to her proceedings.

At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep.

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