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“You’re Glorious!” said Miss Miniver in tones of rapture, holding a hand in each of hers and peering up into Ann Veronica’s face. It would send business elsewhere; and the hotel business in Canton was never so prosperous that one could afford to lose a single guest. And so —’ ‘And so she was able to become my—’ Melusine did not say it, for wet-nurse no longer seemed appropriate. There were lines in her face that age had not put there. Love, obliterated, annihilated; out of his heart and out of his Bible. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light.
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