I know he
is dead. " Ten minutes later, the doctor,
having marshalled all his facts chronologically, began his tale. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees,
now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. He accepted this confession conditionally: that no young man had kissed her. Miss Garvice assumed a
quality of neutrality, professed herself almost won over by Ann Veronica’s
example, and the Scotchman decided that if women had a distinctive sphere it
was, at any rate, an enlarging sphere, and no one who believed in the doctrine of
evolution could logically deny the vote to women “ultimately,” however much
they might be disposed to doubt the advisability of its immediate concession. To have spoken lightly on such a subject a few
hours ago would have seemed incredible. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered
that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. “There are two things to be done,” he said softly to himself. You must
think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement.
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