These two elderly ladies would call her stark mad. She bounced onto her bottom. You understand me, I’m sure. It’s no good flying out at that, Vee; I didn’t arrange it. All along the
wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in
attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a
military review scheduled for this afternoon. She saw now that it was not a dissipated face; it was as smooth and unlined as
polished marble, which at present it resembled. ‘Damnation! Too late. Both started. 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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