Tell her, that more than once, when about to commit some desperate offence, I have been restrained by her gentle image. The heavy weapon thundered against the door; and it speedily yielded to their efforts. “Heavens, look at the time!” she exclaimed. There is a tragedy to come. I waited for her at the back. It was the gratification of an immense necessity. Everything, Miss Miniver said, was “working up,” everything was “coming on”—the Higher Thought, the Simple Life, Socialism, Humanitarianism, it was all the same really. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. “Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing.
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