“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. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. Before Wood had time to inquire into the cause of this sound, his attention was diverted by a man, who rushed past the entry with the swiftness of desperation. "Jack!" exclaimed Thames. " There were two Condemned Holds,—one for each sex. ” “I wish you would use my Christian name,” he said. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides.
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