H. G. Wells,
Ann Veronica
(1909)
“ Manning... I do not know. It is so difficult. When I think of the love you give me—One ought to give you back love." "You like me?" "Yes. And I am grateful to you...." Manning tapped with his racket on the turf through some moments of silence. "You are the most perfect, the most glorious of created things—tender, frank intellectual, brave, beautiful. I am your servitor. I am ready to wait for you, to wait your pleasure, to give all my life to winning it. Let me only wear your livery. Give me but leave to try. You want to think for a time, to be free for a time. ”
