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"You mistake,—you are mine. Now I am sorry to cross you in anything you have set your heart upon, but I regret to say—” “H’m,” he reflected, and crossed out the last four words. “So, how’d it go?” Lucy sighed. " She opened the book which she had brought to the table. There were two school-mistresses, one of whom—Miss Klegg—might have been a first cousin to Miss Miniver, she had so many Miniver traits; there was a preoccupied girl whose name Ann Veronica never learned, but who worked remarkably well; and Miss Garvice, who began by attracting her very greatly— she moved so beautifully—and ended by giving her the impression that moving beautifully was the beginning and end of her being. But when all was over, a sorrowful calm succeeded, and, if not free from grief, she was tranquil. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. "Perhaps things would have been different if she had lived. She stood up and he sat down at the microscope, and for a time he was busy scrutinizing one section after another. More than this, it would serve to mitigate her own abysmal loneliness to pool it temporarily with his.
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