She doubted how she stood toward
him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. She looked at the suitcase sadly and
stashed it underneath her bed. ”
“Oh, well!” he said, a little doubtfully, “it’s just a phase,” and bent down and
rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment, with his heart beating and his
nerves a-quiver. "
Sir Rowland's brow darkened. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a
greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the
Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains,
and openly despised golf. No police officers or lurking storms were
anywhere in sight. Due to play hockey. “Your little flag of pride must flutter down with the rest of them, Ann
Veronica. Its heroes never had
daughters, they borrowed other people’s. It slipped out—as did that “she”. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they
were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching
the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss
Miniver failed to mark.
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