For a long time neither spoke again. “I wish I could make every woman, every girl, see this as clearly as I see it—just what the Vote means to us. She knew now that he never would. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. “So am I. “I’m going for a long tramp, auntie,” she said. " "How long will you be here?" "To-morrow night. “You’re Glorious!” said Miss Miniver in tones of rapture, holding a hand in each of hers and peering up into Ann Veronica’s face.
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