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‘That way. And her kind of love forgives everything and anything but infidelity. ‘Point it at me. “That is my dream of you,” said Manning, warming. I too can see it. Ann Veronica felt suddenly an effect of tremendous pathos; she would have given anything to have been able to frame and make some appeal, some utterance that should bridge this bottomless chasm that had opened between her and her father, and she could find nothing whatever to say that was in the least sincere and appealing. “Your father,” he said, “remarked that all’s well that ends well, and that he was disposed to let bygones be bygones. "Forgive me—oh, forgive me!" "Forgive you—bless you!" she gasped. He, who had faced the gale, would have been instantly stifled. Presently she saw Spurlock on the way to the lagoon. " "Never mind," said the old sailor, taking up a piece of blazing coal with the tongs, and applying it to his pipe; "let 'em try. But over against the world Miss Miniver assembled a small but energetic minority, the Children of Light—people she described as “being in the van,” or “altogether in the van,” about whom Ann Veronica’s mind was disposed to be more sceptical. I didn’t allow myself to see things as they were in those days; now I do.
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