But when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were clenched, and she carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher. His glance swept up again and found her staring at him with much of her usual defiance, if a touch less of her customary assurance. 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. She always dawdled, so it was easy. She stood there with white set face and nervously clenched fingers.
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