” Ann Veronica sat with her chin on her hand, red-lit and saying little, and Miss Miniver discoursed. Concealed among the trees that edged the estate grounds, the watchers paused. Wood, furiously. “I am. "It's Mrs. “I love you, you know. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. Too late now. But, on the bursting of that bubble, his hopes vanished with it. “Well!” she declared good-humouredly. ” “I suppose people would say that it is a matter of temperament,” she continued.
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