Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner. She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire. It’s not you—not a bit. “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. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch.
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