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He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. Here goes. She took his hand in hers. “This is not a matter altogether for levity, Anna,” she said. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of determined women at war with the universe. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. “It’s THE Society!” said Miss Miniver.
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