The tired woman sat still for a moment. “You haven’t come here to make a lot of difficulties?” she asked.
“No,” said Ann Veronica, “but I want to know.”
The tired woman shut her eyes tightly for a moment, and then looked with them at Ann Veronica. “What can you do?” she asked.
“Do?”
“Are you prepared to do things for us? Distribute bills? Write letters? Interrupt meetings? Canvass at elections? Face dangers?”
“If I am satisfied—”
“If we satisfy you?”
“Then, if possible, I would like to go to prison.”
“It isn’t nice going to prison.”
“It would suit me.”