Once a week, every Saturday, they had a little gathering from nine till the small hours, just talk and perhaps reading aloud and fruitarian refreshments—chestnut sandwiches buttered with nut tose, and so forth—and lemonade and unfermented wine; and to one of these symposia Miss Miniver after a good deal of preliminary solicitude, conducted Ann Veronica. Clotilde rushed out of the house, carrying her boy and tugging her girl by the ear. Kneebone helped to the pigeon-pie; while Thames unwired and uncorked a bottle of stout Carnarvonshire ale. I’ve never had a homemade Thanksgiving meal like that. But it was not so ordered. Before he even glanced at the man on the floor he stepped over to her side and took the poker from her.
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