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Once a week, every Saturday, they had a little gathering from nine till the small hours, just talk and perhaps reading aloud and fruitarian refreshments—chestnut sandwiches buttered with nut tose, and so forth—and lemonade and unfermented wine; and to one of these symposia Miss Miniver after a good deal of preliminary solicitude, conducted Ann Veronica. " At this moment, Saint Sepulchre's clock struck six. “Let’s go. ‘Because,’ said Lady Bicknacre in the confidential manner of all matrons when passing on a tidbit of scandal, ‘Nicholas married against his father’s wishes and ran away. I suppose I ought to have been a man. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. ‘You would have a history of my life? Very well.
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