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Everybody, he felt, must be listening behind their papers. But that was all over. ” And while he talked and watched her as he talked, she answered, and behind her listening watched and thought about him. She HAD cried, Ann Veronica knew. “It might be a policeman borrowing the driveway and looking out for speeders. ” Even in the glamour of Miss Brett’s assurance it seemed to Ann Veronica that this was, after all, no more than the gospel of Miss Miniver with a new set of resonances. “Listen,” she said. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. “Indeed, you could have no more faithful friend, you could find no one more anxious to serve you.
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