If it failed to effect a capitulation , he was a defeated man . But it did not fail . Anne had got to that point where an excited woman must go mad or cry . Anne cried . She sat flatly down on a chair and burst into tears . Jerome 's hat went one way and his cane another . Jerome himself sprang across the intervening space and dropped into the chair beside Anne . He caught her hand in his and threw his arm boldly around her waist . `` Goodness gracious , Anne ! Do you care after all ? Tell me that ! '' `` I do n't suppose it matters to you if I do , '' sobbed Anne . `` It has n't seemed to matter , anyhow . '' `` Anne , look here ! Did n't I come after you for fifteen years ? It 's you I always have wanted and want yet , if I can get you . I do n't care a rap for Harriet Warren or anyone but you . Now that 's the truth right out , Anne . '' No doubt it was , and Anne was convinced of it . But she had to have her cry out -- on Jerome 's shoulder -- and it soothed her nerves wonderfully .
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