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Two days after this conversation between
Manning and Ann Veronica, Capes came into the laboratory at lunch-time and
found her alone there standing by the open window, and not even pretending to
be doing anything. “Thank you. But I dare not accept it. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull. The doctor nodded to him curtly. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying
to draw him nearer by pushing him away. Her
sense of humour could not wholly resist his abnormal gravity. ‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone
that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. Kneebone," observed
Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape,
and hopes to accomplish it to-night. “What can one do?” asked Ann Veronica. “I murdered them, John. ”
As the long, solitary days wore on, Ann Veronica found a number of definite
attitudes and conclusions in her mind. Anna admitted the fact. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care,
through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love.
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