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“If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully. I am apparently a beast, a pig and an imbecile, too, if memory serves me. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. On the walls were noticeboards bearing clusters of newspaper slips, three or four big posters of monster meetings, one of which Ann Veronica had attended with Miss Miniver, and a series of announcements in purple copying-ink, and in one corner was a pile of banners. . She perceived that his countenance was only composed by a great effort, his features severely compressed. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and inimitable swagger of Ramage. Ann Veronica, after a last survey of the dinner appointments, followed him, rustling, came to his side by the high brass fender, and touched two or three ornaments on the mantel above the cheerful fireplace.
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