. ’ ‘Nonsense. ” “But Italy—” “Italy’s for a good girl,” he said, and laid his hand for a moment on her shoulder. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. “Would they make her Queen?” She asked innocently. There were two school-mistresses, one of whom—Miss Klegg—might have been a first cousin to Miss Miniver, she had so many Miniver traits; there was a preoccupied girl whose name Ann Veronica never learned, but who worked remarkably well; and Miss Garvice, who began by attracting her very greatly— she moved so beautifully—and ended by giving her the impression that moving beautifully was the beginning and end of her being. I want to make my own selection.
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