It was cheating, pitiful cheating. When they reached her rooms she stepped lightly out upon the pavement. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. “And children must we women bear— “Oh, damn!” she cried, as the hundred-and-first couplet or so presented itself in her unwilling brain. But finding his hints totally disregarded, he, at length, swaggered up to the table, and thrust in a chair. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. “For great passions, for great accomplishments. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over. The months that followed September spiraled downward. “If I were to marry now,” she said, “it would be with a sense of humiliation. Then came the shock of the knowledge that soon he would be going upon his way, that there would be no one to depend upon her; and all the old loneliness came smothering down upon her again. So he liked to go by a different train.
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