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She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. My appearance is genuinely altered for the better. Why don’t you go in? Charvill is there. And—the idea of committees, of hustings, of agenda-papers!” “I don’t see why the responsibility of beauty should all be shifted on to the women,” said Ann Veronica, suddenly remembering a part of Miss Miniver’s discourse. She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients, and with passionate petulance rejected them all. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her.
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