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The very facts that Miss Miniver never stated an argument clearly, that she
was never embarrassed by a sense of self-contradiction, and had little more
respect for consistency of statement than a washerwoman has for wisps of vapor,
which made Ann Veronica critical and hostile at their first encounter in
Morningside Park, became at last with constant association the secret of Miss
Miniver’s growing influence. "He must be somewhere hereabouts," cried one of the horsemen, dismounting. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this
floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. I
must tell you all about God’s land, this marvellous virgin country, with its silent
forests and dazzling peaks. And you promised to tell me. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and
four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of
poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its
present inmate. But
you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine. “Why destroy me, child? There are so many secrets I
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could tell you. . The man who staggers,
whose face is flushed, whose attitude is either noisily friendly or truculent, has
some chance; liquor bends him eventually. He tried again. "My schemes have
succeeded tolerably well hitherto.
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