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She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. “Why should I bear the burden of your wickedness? Who knows what might come of it? I shall permit nothing of the sort. She is the wife now of another man. ” “Of course you don’t,” said Miss Miniver, gesticulating triumphantly with her thin hand and thinner wrist, and patting Ann Veronica’s knee.
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