” “Of course you don’t,” said Miss Miniver, gesticulating triumphantly with her thin hand and thinner wrist, and patting Ann Veronica’s knee. “The Beck family has the cooking gene. Do not imagine that I cannot do so, as well as I can this Gérard. Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano. They proved all sorts of things perhaps, but they were thick, unequal, pitiful pieces of work. Perhaps she would have to charge this man and appear in a police-court next day. He had reacted by laughing at her, informing her coolly that she was naïve in many things. “I’ve got—I have to tell you this to make myself clear—a streak of ardent animal in my composition. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. Then she called a hansom and drove home. “I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. I'll be outside the hotel at nine-thirty. ‘Eh bien, Eugénie. So long as she stood beside him, he was safe. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion.
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