As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was
saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. Miss Miniver looked out on the world through large emotional
blue eyes that were further magnified by the glasses she wore, and her nose was
pinched and pink, and her mouth was whimsically petulant. "To him I owe everything," continued the widow, "life itself—nay, more than
life,—for without his assistance I should have perished, body and soul. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers
sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. And at the
thought of that other lover—he was convinced that that beloved person was a
lover, and she found herself unable to say a word to explain to him that this other
person, the person she loved, did not even know of her love—Ramage grew
angry and savage once more, and returned suddenly to gibe and insult. The point is, I know all the tricks in finding a man. They don’t now. An unhappy little
sigh escaped her. ’
‘And now we know also who is the prétendant, Mademoiselle Charvill.
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