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One trouble, however, shot its slanting bolts athwart the shining warmth of that opening day and marred its perfection, and that was the thought of her father. And at last Ann Veronica and Miss Miniver came down the dark staircase and out into the foggy spaces of the London squares, and crossed Russell Square, Woburn Square, Gordon Square, making an oblique route to Ann Veronica’s lodging. And this is not France, you understand. She was standing there, smiling at the audience as at her friends. On the right were several mounted grenadiers: on the left, some half dozen javelin-men. It’s just life, pure life, life nascent, running clear and strong. " "How so?" asked Thames. You see, I—I am a woman worshipper.
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