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His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. Once a week, every Saturday, they had a little gathering from nine till the small hours, just talk and perhaps reading aloud and fruitarian refreshments—chestnut sandwiches buttered with nut tose, and so forth—and lemonade and unfermented wine; and to one of these symposia Miss Miniver after a good deal of preliminary solicitude, conducted Ann Veronica. She intercepted the glance the spinsters exchanged, and immediately sensed that she had said too much. You understand me, I’m sure. “You doubted me?” She joked. Then they rode off at speed.
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