” “I couldn’t do that,” said Ann Veronica, sharply. His grip twisted her wrist. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. Not I. But did Gerald trouble himself about her? No. But, go and see who it is, love. ” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. “Very likely,” he answered. ” Ann Veronica sat with her chin on her hand, red-lit and saying little, and Miss Miniver discoursed. This was no light conquest; nor was it a government easily maintained.
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