“MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—”
She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. Instantly she seized the poker and made a desperate effort to get them out again. But she was only able to save a corner of the letter. The twenty pounds burned with avidity.
She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand.
“By Jove!” she said, standing up at last, “that about finishes it, Ann Veronica!”
CHAPTER THE TENTH
THE SUFFRAGETTES
Part 1
“There is only one way out of all this,” said Ann Veronica, sitting up in her little bed in the darkness and biting at her nails.
“I thought I was just up against Morningside Park and father, but it’s the whole order of things—the whole blessed order of things....”