‘Or do I arrest you and have these soldiers march you off to gaol?’ A sweep of his arm indicated the array of military strength on the benches, every eye of which was trained on the little scene being enacted before them. Ann Veronica felt suddenly an effect of tremendous pathos; she would have given anything to have been able to frame and make some appeal, some utterance that should bridge this bottomless chasm that had opened between her and her father, and she could find nothing whatever to say that was in the least sincere and appealing. By the side of her plate was a small key. Wood's astonishment and displeasure momentarily increased. “I will not have this slavery,” she said. “I will do whatever you want,” said Ann Veronica. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. She knew that I cared for her, she had admitted that she cared for me. He moved slightly, and she went on, with a slight catching of her breath: “It’s a bother and disturbance, but you see—” She had to go through with it now, because she could think of nothing but her preconceived words. You simply can’t. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee.
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