Wrenching his
hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. She decided to leave this matter until the morrow and devote the morning to
settling up with Mr. “Good-bye,” he said earnestly. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of
the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had
gathered. "Besides, lad, even an advertisement of a cough-drop is
something to read. “We may just as well have our talk afterwards,” she said, “and I need not keep
poor Mr. Wood!"
"Leave go!" thundered Blueskin—"leave go—you'd better!"—and he held the
sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other he searched for
his knife. Ann Veronica was not aware of this literary side of her teacher; she had a little
tinge of annoyance at Miss Garvice’s advantage. Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. ”
“Yes, I believe that was the name. ’
She grimaced.
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