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“Tolstoy is so good about this,” said Miss Miniver, regardless of her friend’s
attitude. "Mr. ”
Even in the glamour of Miss Brett’s assurance it seemed to Ann Veronica that
this was, after all, no more than the gospel of Miss Miniver with a new set of
resonances. . The sound
of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant
Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their
male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. . \" She said,
bashful. It consisted of a close jerkin of brown frieze, ornamented with a
triple row of brass buttons; loose Dutch slops, made very wide in the seat and
very tight at the knees; red stockings with black clocks, and a fur cap. Until then we mean to keep on hammering away. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in
which a few straws were stuck. “How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I
can sell. He contrasted the lot of
women in general with the lot of men, presented men as patient, self-immolating
martyrs, and women as the pampered favorites of Nature. Yet the thing hidden within her called and called. His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into
the box. Hopefully.
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