The very facts that Miss Miniver never stated an argument clearly, that she was never embarrassed by a sense of self-contradiction, and had little more respect for consistency of statement than a washerwoman has for wisps of vapor, which made Ann Veronica critical and hostile at their first encounter in Morningside Park, became at last with constant association the secret of Miss Miniver’s growing influence. None this end. “She contrives somehow to strike the personal note in an amazing manner. ‘Would you have me face my maker with that on my conscience? If I’d died, there’d have been no one to tell you, for your father would not have done. I’m a Socialist, Miss Stanley. For the first time in her life she had heard music; the door to enchanted sounds had been flung wide.
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