” Mr. It was a precious thing, a beautiful cabochon—do you know what that is?” “What’s a cabochon?” “It’s a precious jewel that doesn’t have facets yet. It dropped sideways and fell with a bang to the table. He could not tell whether she was English or American. ” She breathed an inner sigh of relief. “Hello, Gwen!” said Ann Veronica, trying to put every one at their ease. ‘But what way, Emile?’ ‘Your family, mademoiselle, the family of your father. I don’t care! I’m glad I did. I’m starving. The very facts that Miss Miniver never stated an argument clearly, that she was never embarrassed by a sense of self-contradiction, and had little more respect for consistency of statement than a washerwoman has for wisps of vapor, which made Ann Veronica critical and hostile at their first encounter in Morningside Park, became at last with constant association the secret of Miss Miniver’s growing influence.
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