And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. 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. He was a
philosopher. \"
\"Wow. It’s the
rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident. As usual the substantive sister—Prudence—did all the talking for the pair;
Angelina, the shadow, offered only her submitting nods. Earles said, slowly, keeping his eyes fixed upon her, “forty
at the ‘Unusual,’ two turns, encores voluntary, six for matinées. She
stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window.
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