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“I promise, Lucy. ” “Borrow the money! But who lent you the money?” “A friend,” said Ann Veronica. She rolled to one side. ” “Yeah, I think she hates you, hon. ” Well, it was beyond dispute that these words did convey a certain quality of the Movements in general amid which Miss Miniver disported herself. The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. Her amusement fled and she stared at him, as a slow thump began beating at her breast.
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