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Upon this he arose, and paced the room hastily backwards and forwards, as if
further arranging his plans. He had got here at speed by that means. “I see the difficulty. ‘He just came. "Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I
will drive you hence with my curses. Her sadness was manageable only
because she was so familiar with its phases, because she
could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer
studying the moon. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his
coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be
nigh. ’ He fitted the hat
onto her head, and was aware as he did so of her eyes watching his face. Don’t leave me. Her knees were trembling, her whole frame
was shaken with sobs. But kill me rather than commit this outrage. "
Exclamations of wonder burst from all. 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.
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