Ramage!” she cried, and struggled to her feet. ‘Will you let be?’ Instead she grasped his hand tighter. Part 6 When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. ***** The general office was an extension of the west wing of the McClintock bungalow. I am fairly well hardened in iniquity—your iniquity, Annabel—but I decline to have a husband thrust upon me. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years.